We Meet Again

A week had gone by since I handed in my letter to Mike. Then, one day, when I was working in the pub, he came in.

‘Hello,’ I said.

‘Hello,’ he answered. ‘What time do you finish work?’

‘In an hour.’

‘I’ll meet you outside when you’ve finished.’

I saw the nervousness in his face and of course I was nervous as hell too. How would this meeting go?

The hour went by and I knocked off work and went outside. He was waiting and asked me if I’d like a meal.

I agreed of course and he took me to a restaurant. The atmosphere was subdued but I was full of anticipation and nerves.

‘Look, Linda,’ he said finally, ‘I am very flattered that you feel as you do about me but it has to end here. Apart from the age difference, my parents would never accept you and both of us have been hurt before and I at least feel that I can never trust myself to have another relationship ever again.’

I was crushed by what he said but I controlled myself.

‘I’ve been hurt before too but I’m ready to take the chance,’ I said. ‘Can’t we at least try?’

‘I honestly feel it would be a mistake.’

Clutching at straws, I played my last card.

‘Can’t we at least be friends? Surely we can do that?’

‘I suppose there would be no harm in that,’ he agreed. ‘Friends it is, then. Nothing more.’

‘Friendship is good. At least it’s better than not seeing you ever again.’

I had to make do with that. It was the best I could hope for at the moment.

But my heart still felt the same and I knew that the cards predicted we would be an item.

I just didn’t know when.

I read the cards

I sat down and first did a Celtic Cross spread with my Tarot cards. When I looked at the spread I gazed at it long and hard.

In front of me were the following cards.

The Hanged Man

The Tower

The Devil

The Lovers

Then there were :

the nine of cups

the two of swords

the page of wands

the four of pentacles

the five of cups

and the two of cups

The Hanged Man obviously referred to my present state of waiting. The Tower was a pretty good description of my past and my attempts to escape from it. The Devil obviously was my past and the Lovers would (hopefully) be my future.

The nine of cups symbolised my aspirations for a happy future; the two of swords represented my subconscious with all its inner conflicts; the page of wands meant that I was going to get some advice – I didn’t know who from – the four of pentacles represented the external influences on me and those I was involved with; the five of cups stood for my hopes and fears and in particular my fear of disappointment; and the two of cups is the card of love and marriage and represented the outcome of my spread.

I then repeated my divination with the ordinary playing cards and drew the following spread.

Eight of clubs, king of hearts, jack of diamonds, seven of hearts, ace of spades, nine of clubs and two of hearts.

The eight of clubs means a dark young woman and also means patience. The king of hearts means a fair-skinned man, often with money. The Jack of Diamonds means a man in authority but also help from a stranger. The seven of hearts means that love with prevail. The ace of spades means problems but also a proposal. The nine of clubs stands for danger but also for marriage. The two of hearts, my final card, means a visit from friends but also marriage.

Both spreads were encouraging and seemed to show that in spite of the difficulties I would somehow get my Mr Right!