"I want to know if my business will succeed?" The young man seemed earnest enough and pushed an envelope across the table. Madame le Pardo scooped it into her bag without looking at it. There would be enough. Whatever he could afford was enough.
She tapped the tarot cards "Shuffle the cards, dear, and then cut them." He didn't look the sort to drink tea and reading the bubbles in a glass of coke gave her a migraine.
He shuffled them three times – awkwardly, since his hands weren't quite big enough – cut the pack and passed them back to her. Smoothing the table cloth (actually the scarf she'd worn this morning) Madame le Pardo laid out three cards: Past, Present and Future.
On the left lay the Tower. "You've had a bit of a trying time, haven't you? she said, neither expecting nor receiving an answer. "You lost your job, your car, your goldfish and your girlfriend in short order. You poor thing, you." She "You're at the start of something," She turned over the second: The Fool. "Now you're on a new journey. Lots of beginnings." She frowned as she looked at the border. Those figures cavorting around the edges were new. She turned over the final card and gasped.
"What is it? Is it good or bad?" he asked.
Madame le Pardo reached for her fan and fluttered it across her face unto the blush had faded. She looked again at the third card and the very realistic portrait of the young man sat in front of her. "You're starting a male escort business," she said. "Let's just say you're too big to fail."