"It sounds like you've already got it figured out." Destiny smiled. She had only had to give Fred a small gentle push in the right direction and she was already figuring it out. Fred was no dummy and Destiny had figured that out quickly. "You'll know when the time is right. Like I said, they'll come to you. You just have to be open and accepting."
The gypsy sat down at her table with the chintzy table cloth and the fake crystal ball. She looked down at the tarot spread and down at the death card again. She knew she had pulled it for Fred. It was too bad she couldn't read Fred's cards. In order for it work she would have to cut the deck herself.
"Have you learned how to move things yet?" she asked the ghost curiously. "When you do you should come back. I'll read your cards." All Fred really had to do was cut the deck. Everything else Destiny could do herself. She had never read tarot for a dead person before. That ought to be interesting.
"And Fred?" Destiny looked up at her. "If you ever find yourself yearning for a little human touch I usually go to bed around midnight." It was her way of inviting Fred into her dreams if she was ever interested. Destiny would likely be able to do more for her there than she could in the waking world where she couldn't touch her. And she had the feeling that Fred hadn't been touched in a long time. That would only add to the empty feeling.