"Well, the tarot's the cards I learned," Molly said easily, "Must spend a lot of time with th' cards to know 'em so well," she said. There was nothing left of her fag now but the butt which she flicked with the ease of an expert.
"I don't have good instincts though, so I'd say yer wrong on that account." What she had was the urge to constantly run away from things. It was her Da's fault, she felt. Too much of her life was spent running from him.