Good god, earthlings. I am so, so, so, so sorry. Things have been...interesting, and I've had to do some unfortunate prioritizing. I will try my best to get new posts up at a reasonable time, so at least for this week, expect posts every other day.
This chapter begins with Bailey continuing to wander the circus. This time, he finds his way to Isobel's tent, where she is waiting (by the way, I was able to gloss over two pages of him entering the tent with that one sentence).
He pays an unspecified amount, and Isobel begins the tarot reading. There are another two pages' worth of gloss-worthy writing. Then she begins her interpretation, which I'm, again, just going to quote.
"'You have a journey ahead of you," the fortune-teller says. 'There's a lot of movement. A great deal of responsibility.'"
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"'You are part of a chain of events, though you may not see how your actions will affect the outcome at the time.'"
And then she gets more infuriating. I mean, seriously, how can she not tell Marco doesn't love her?
"'You're looking for Poppet,' she says.
"'What's a poppet?' he asks.
Ok, I'm done with this. More glossing.
She asks if he's Bailey, and when he says yes, she tells him about Poppet (to him, still the red-haired girl), and then affirms his longing.
"'You will see her again, Bailey. There's no doubt about that.'"
Before departing, he offers Isobel a chocolate. They exchange names, and this chapter ends with Bailey feeling all warm and cuddly inside.
Next chapter, God willing, will be up Wednesday.
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