Faith Doesn't Put Food On Your Table

Ladislas rolled his eyes. "Yes, it is about Anna," he said honestly, suddenly feeling tired.

"You met her! I just knew it. My tarot cards told me that you would find her soon."

'Tarot cards?' He couldn't wrap his head around her new hobby.

"Hold on there. Your… tarot cards?" That was a sure-fire sign of insanity if inanimate objects started to talk to people. No matter how bored Penelope was, she shouldn't tip over the brink, right?

"So, what? Are you dancing naked and worshiping nature and crystals or some shit?" He couldn't stop himself from asking. It didn't sound too bad when he said it out loud.

"Haven't tried the crystal and dance routine, but the tarot cards are very accurate, and not many people know this," she said conspiratorially. "I learned all about it online. I am a certified tarot reader now!"

'Great. Just what I needed. Another temporary obsession to keep his mind off serious business,' he thought.