2/18/18
I drew the Hierophant reversed for August today. We were sitting on the bleachers under the big top while the Goat Man, Azazel, went through his routine with his goats.
āThereās someone you should be listening to but arenāt,ā I told him.
āWho even trains goats?ā He flicked a stray piece of popcorn at the center ring.
āAzazel,ā I said.
āThatās not what I mean.ā
āI know what you mean, but the way you mean it, the question is absurd.ā
āI really canāt take this anymore,ā said August as he vanished.
2/19/18
I lay with my head in Malās lap, shuffling the cards on my belly. August glowered at me from the corner.
āFather of Pentacles, reversed. That suits you, you are certainly not steady, nor do you have a plan to contribute anything to the world.ā
āYouāre just being mean.ā
āIām being frank, August. Youāre familiar, as I recall,ā I said. He grew large, hovering over Mal and me. His pallid face looming and leering. Mal reached up with a pin he had conjured and popped the ghost. Iām still laughing.
2/20/18
Toady I drew the Seven of Swords for August.
āA warning, then,ā he said.
āI suppose so.ā
āI need to look out for myself, no one else here does.ā
āAugust, youāre rude and demanding. And those are the least of your bad qualities. I bet Evelyn pushed you off that cliff.ā He left after that. I really donāt know why I still read his tarot. He canāt even make me anymore.
