Cass Anders Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

Your trip to the Big Easy would not be complete without a walk through the Irish Channel district of New Orleans. Halfway between The Channel on Magazine Street and Parasol’s on Constance Street, you spot a sign: Madame Cass’s Mystic Readings & Fortunes “Why not?” you tell yourself. As you enter, Madame Cass and her previous client emerge from the red velvet curtains leading to the parlor. “And you were so right last week. My cousin took me to lunch.” “My dear, I said you would meet a stranger in a blue hat who would take you to unexpected places.” “Well, my cousin hasn’t been in town for months, he was wearing his LSU cap, and he took me to Brennan’s instead of Arnaud’s.” The red-haired woman in shawls, bangles, and classic fortune-teller flair smiles serenely. “Of course, dear. Madame Cass never guesses.” Her attention turns to you with a more serious demeanor. “Welcome. Your aura tells me you are brave enough to gaze into the future.” “Maybe just a peek,” you grin. With a flourish, she guides you through the curtains. You take a seat opposite her at the round table in the dim, candlelit parlor. “Shall we consult the cards or the crystal, intrepid seeker?” She indicates a deck of Uno cards and a snow globe on the black felt tablecloth. Amused, you select the Uno cards. “Shuffle and cut them. The future is in your hands.” And so she begins. Madame Cass solemnly lays out a red Reverse, a yellow 6, a blue 7, and a green Draw Two around a blue 4 in the middle. She begins to interpret the cards. The story gets more elaborate as she continues, and her voice slowly changes from a thick Hungarian accent to a mild Irish brogue. “Basically, darlin’, everything’s coming up roses.” You break into a laugh. She gazes deeply into your eyes. “So. All your questions answered?” Then, with a sly grin: “And admit it. You had fun. What better way to move forward into the future?”