Beatrix Alphaeus shuffled the faded deck of cards as if they might fall apart with the brush of a butterflys wing. After selecting four cards, she looked at them for a few moments: an eight of clubs, queen of spades, ace of diamonds, and two of hearts. Her face crumpled under the weight of her disappointment, and she slammed her callused palm on the bathroom counter. Taking a calming breath Beatrix continued with her routine, tucking each card back into the deck like a mother putting her children to sleep. She laid them on the cement floor before the room started spinning.
When Beatrix opened her eyes, a different room came into focus a living room that looked dead. She gave a harsh laugh at her stupidity, turning her now naked back on the coy cards and raking her hand through her shoulder length hair. Would she never learn? The cards would always turn up in different suits no matter how she implored them, stroking their velvety edges and the cold, distant faces of the que