"He won't wear them forever. Strength wants to love him... and I think he wants to love Strength."

The pair had been lovers once.

"She was a sweet girl, laughing at the raindrops and teasing the birds. I remember her..." She put her fingers to her lips. "I remember a kiss. It made my heart flutter, my cheeks flush."

It had been innocent love, new and beautiful in the dawning of emotion for the tarot cards. The possibility there. The possibility bound when that love had died.

"Michèle grew old, though."