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           Tarot?"

           Atthebottomofthehillinthemoonlighthethoughthesawherwhitewaxhandmove.Itwasapieceofwhitepaperblowing.Buthewenttowarditanyway...

           ThetowndockstruckmidnightThehouseLightsaroundweremostlyturnedout.Intheworkshopgaragethetwoboysandthemanstoodbackfromthewitch,whonowsat,rearrangedandatpeace,inanoldwickerchairbeforeanoilcloth-coveredcardtable,uponwhichwerespread,infantasticfansofpopesandclownsandcardinalsanddeathsandsunsandcomets,thetarotcardsuponwhichonewaxhandtouched.

           Fatherwasspeaking.

           "...knowhowitis.WhenIwasaboy,whenthecircuslefttownIranaroundcollectingamillionposters.Lateritwasbreedingrabbits,andmagic.Ibuiltillusionsintheatticandcouldn’tgetthemout."Henoddedtothewitch."Oh,Iremembershetoldmyfortuneonce,thirtyyearsago.Well,cleanherupgood,thencomeintobed.We’llbuildheraspecialcaseSaturday."HemovedoutthegaragedoorbutstoppedwhenDouglasspokesoftly.

           "Dad.Thanks.Thanksforthewalkhome.Thanks."

           "Heck,"saidFather,andwasgone.

           Thetwoboysleftalonewiththewitchlookedateachother."Gosh,rightdownthemainstreetwego,allfourofus,you,me,Dad,thewitch!Dad’soneinamillion!"

           "Tomorrow,"saidDouglas,"IgodownandbuytherestofthemachinefromMr.Black,fortenbucks,orhe’llthrowitout."

           "Sure."Tomlookedattheoldwomanthereinthewickerchair."Boyshesurelooksalive.Iwonderwhat’sinside."