The boy shuffled the deck twice, slowly, and returned it to his sister. She fanned it over the bedspread. He chose a card and turned it face up.
"Self," she said, and his lips quirked. "Would you rather I read them one by one?"
"No, I'll pick."
He did. She said, "Your surroundings. That which blocks you. Your fundaments. That which crowns you. Past. Future. Persona—"
He placed the card.
"—And how others see you. Your hopes and fears. The final outcome."
"How terrifying."
He held it face down and smiled. She laid her fingertips against his wrist.