“Especially when she saw what one friend was doing.
“Toby, the tarot cards? Here?”
“I didn’t think anybody would mind. Everybody knows me, Melanie, they know I read tarot for fun. Besides, I didn’t want to be at the office alone, and Annabel wanted me to read them.”
“I thought it might help, Melanie,” Annabel confessed. She sat very still across from Toby, but her hands were writhing in her lap, betraying her nerves.
Sitting down at the end of the table, Melanie handed one of the cardboard c...ups across to Annabel. “I didn’t know you were here, Toby, or I would have got one for you.”
“I’m okay,” Toby replied, her gaze on the cards she was dealing. “I had coffee earlier.”
“But again—tarot, Toby? Here?”
“Why not here?”
Melanie tried to hold her voice steady. “Look, we all know you do this for fun. But in case you hadn’t noticed, most everybody is more than a little anxious, even creeped out, today. However badly Barry was . . . mutilated . . .MoreLessRead More Read Less
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