Never Never: Part Two
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She had to have an agenda. I don’t remember a thing about her, but based on what I’ve read, everything she does seems to have a purpose. But what could her purpose have been on Bourbon Street at that time of night?
The only things that come to mind are the tarot shop and the diner. But in the notes, it states that Charlie never showed back up to the diner, based on information from someone named Amy. Was she going to find Brian? I feel a prickle of jealousy at the thought, but I’m almost confident she wouldn’t have done that.
It has to be the tarot shop.
I search Google on my phone, unable to remember the exact name of the place written in our notes. I mark two of them in the French Quarter and set my GPS to take me there.
I can tell almost immediately upon entering that this is the shop we described in the notes. The one we visited just last night.
Last night. God. Why can’t I remember something that just happened one day ago?
I make my way up and down each aisle, taking in everything around me, not even sure what I’m in search of. When I reach the last aisle, I recognize the photo hanging on the wall. The picture of the gate.
It’s here for decoration. Not something for sale. I lift up on my toes until my fingers grab at the frame, and I pull it down to inspect it closer. The gate is tall, guarding a house in the background that I can barely make out in the picture. In the corner of one of the massive columns attached to the gate is the name of the house. Jamais Jamais.
“Can I help you?”
I look up to see a man towering over me, which is impressive. I’m six foot one, according to my driver’s license. He has to be six foot five.
I point down to the photograph in my hands. “Do you know what this picture is of?”
The man snatches the frame out of my hands. “Seriously?” He seems agitated. “I didn’t know what it was when your girlfriend asked me last night, and I still don’t know what it is tonight. It’s a damn picture.” He hangs it back on the wall.
“Don’t touch anything unless it’s for sale and you plan to purchase it.” He begins to walk away, so I follow him.
“Wait,” I say, taking two steps to his long, single strides. “My girlfriend?”
He doesn’t stop walking toward the register. “Girlfriend. Sister. Cousin. Whatever.”
“Girlfriend,” I clarify, even though I don’t know why I’m clarifying. He obviously doesn’t care. “Did she come back in here last night? After we left?”
He makes his way behind the register. “We closed right after the two of you left.” He plants his gaze on mine and arches an eyebrow. “You gonna buy anything, or are you just gonna follow me around with stupid questions the rest of the night?”
I swallow. He makes me feel younger. Immature. He’s the epitome of man, and the bone in his eyebrow makes me feel like a frightened child.
Suck it up, Silas. You’re not a pussy.
“I just have one more stupid question.”
He begins ringing up a customer. He doesn’t respond, so I continue.
“What does Jamais Jamais mean?
He doesn’t even look at me.
“It means Never Never,” someone says from behind me.
I immediately turn, but my feet feel heavy, like I’ve sunken into my shoes. Never Never?
This can’t be a coincidence. Charlie and I repeat this phrase over and over in our letters.
I look at the woman the voice belongs to, and she’s staring at me, chin lifted, face straight. Her hair is pulled back. It’s dark, sporadically streaked with gray strands. She’s wearing a long, flowing piece of material that pools around her feet at the floor. I’m not even sure it’s a dress. It looks as if she just fashioned something out of a sheet and a sewing machine.
She has to be the tarot reader. She’s playing the part well.
“Where is that house located? The one in the photo on the wall?” I point to the photograph. She turns and stares at it for several long seconds. Without facing me again, she crooks her finger for me to follow her, and she begins to head toward the back of the store.
I reluctantly follow her. Before we pass through a doorway of beaded curtains, my phone begins to vibrate in my pants pocket. It rattles against my keys, and the woman turns and looks at me over her shoulder. “Turn it off.”
I look down at the screen and see that it’s my father again. I silence the phone. “I’m not here for a reading,” I clarify. “I’m just looking for someone.”
“The girl?” she says, taking a seat on the other side of a small table in the center of the room. She motions for me to sit, but I refuse the offer.
“Yes. We were here last night.”
She nods and begins to shuffle a deck of cards. “I remember,” she says. A small smirk plays at the corner of her mouth. I watch as she separates the cards into stacks. She lifts her head and her face is expressionless. “But that only makes one of us, doesn’t it.”
The statement sends chills over my arms. I take two quick steps forward and grab the back of the empty chair. “How do you know that?” I blurt out.
She motions to the chair again. This time I sit. I wait for her to speak again, to tell me what she knows. She’s the first one to be clued in to what’s happening to me.
My hands begin to shake. My pulse is throbbing behind my eyes. I squeeze them shut and pull my hands through my hair to hide my nerves. “Please,” I tell her. “If you know something, please tell me.”
She begins to shake her head slowly. Back and forth, back and forth. “It’s not that easy, Silas,” she says.
She knows my name. I want to scream Victory, but I still don’t have any answers.
“Last night, your card was blank. I’ve never seen that before.” She runs her hand across a stack of cards, smoothing them out in a line. “I’ve heard of it. We’ve all heard of it happening. But I don’t know anyone who has actually seen it.”
Blank card? I feel like I remember reading that in our notes, but it doesn’t help when I no longer have the notes in my possession. And who is she referring to when she says we’ve all heard of it.
“What does it mean? What can you tell me? How do I find Charlie?” My questions tumble out of my mouth and trip over each other.
“That picture,” she says. “Why are you so curious about that house?”