Caged Between The Beta & Alpha
But that was just the type of person she was…
I took out a book, remembering her reading this very book to us on Halloween when we were ten… I smiled slightly, placed it back on the shelf and walked along the rows slowly. I frowned. Spotting a black box, I remembered this. These were her cards.
I took the box down and opening it, took out the deck of cards. Walking over to the small table, I tossed the empty box onto it and turned the cards over, spreading them across the table.
I remember her reading these for me and Kia, no matter what cards I picked, there was one card that I always drew last each of the three times she ever read them. After that, she refused to play this ‘game’ with us.