Tanith's Escapades- Only Tea, a Disaster Indeed.

Winter, Tanith decided, was a time for contemplation- not action.
Mainly because so many people tended to sleep-in during winter.
People like Tanith.

Which, of course, begs the reason for why she's up so early on a Sunday.
Simple, it was all Erin's idea; and Erin was one of those people who didn't sleep-in.
In Tanith's opinion this made her an anomaly in the deepest sense of the word, not that she'd tell Erin this.

So here she was, with Erin the early-bird, at nine o'clock on a Sunday, visiting Erin's batty old Aunt Margaret.
Without coffee. only Tea. Disaster.

And here, at Erin's request, was Aunt Magaret, shuffling a deck of dog-eared TAROT cards.
Aunt Margaret was a dumpy little lady with a bright round face, frizzy brown hair and luminous red lipstick, most of which had been transferred to the tea-cup.

Margaret laid out the cards in a pattern that escaped Tanith; then turned them over and leaned forward over the cards, clicking her tongue.
five minutes passed without a sound save the clicking.

Tanith looked over at Erin, and made a cross-eyed face.
crazy old bat.
Erin shrugged
whatever.

Tanith turned her attention to Margaret, who was muttering to herself.
A moment or two later the "TAROT master's" eyes widened.

"I'm sorry, Dear" Margaret rasped, gathering up the cards "I think you girls should go now."
Erin thanked her Aunt and they left.

"So what was that about?" Tanith asked Erin after they were out of the earshot of Aunt Margaret.
Erin shrugged, "Either she stuffed up when she laid the cards out, or she read something she didn't want to tell you"
"Oh"

Silence.

After a moment Erin looked over at Tanith, and twirled a finger next to her ear.
Don't worry, she's a crazy old bat.
Tanith rolled her eyes skywards
Whatever.

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© Leah Petts. 3rd May ‘08