"Don't get all tweeked out because Death 

and the Devil are up here. This is not like 

scary oh my god run for your life."

"What does it mean, Ann?"

"Well, your cards are in a very interesting
spread. The Tower is first, so we're talking
about some sudden change in your life or 

a disaster."

"Like, let's say, my wife and two children being 

killed in a car accident. I'd guess that rates as a 

sudden change and disaster. Although that was 

over eighteen months ago.  Maybe I'm due for 

some new shake up."

Ann stops on his sarcasm.

"I'm sorry, Ann. Please continue."

"The Devil is warning you against obsessing on 

something."

"Like my wife and children?"

"Did you put these up here to just mess with me?"

"Me?"

"I'm not going to read anymore for you."
Ann grabs up the remainder of her sand-
wich, "What you're doing isn't funny and
nobody is buying the sarcasm."

"Well, this has been enlightening," Addison
gets up from his desk. "Thank you, Ann."

Ann doesn't respond.

Addison holds the door open and attempts
to smooth things over, "Why don't you
knock off early and go deal with the police
and your Ted Bundy?"

"Thanks. That would be great."

Ann exits, "I'll give you all the glorious
details tomorrow."

"I look forward to it."

Ann stops in the hallway, turns around
and faces Addison, "Don't worry about
the Death card. That card in that position
means that your life is about to be filled
with a new beginning."

Addison shuts the door and locks it.
He looks at the cards for a moment.
And then Addison leans his head against
the door and sobs.