Inside the White Crystal Room, the curtains were drawn tight and the light was dim. The closed door shut out all sound from outside.
Klein felt that the place was less a divination room than a confessional, especially with the inexplicably compassionate expression on "Hanass's" face.
"First of all," Mr. Z began gently, "I don't think divination is what you need right now."
"I don't need it?" Klein was slightly taken aback.
We're already sitting in the White Crystal Room. Surely "Hanass" isn't suddenly going to change his mind? I haven't paid, but it still feels like I'm being toyed with.
Mr. Z, seated opposite him, nodded slightly.
"Yes. Divination might help you obtain information and find your way, but it cannot change your circumstances."
"I'd like to know what brought you here," he continued.
Klein's expression grew a little odd, and his gaze involuntarily swept over the copy of Crucial Conversations at the corner of the table.
Didn't I come here for divination? Why does this feel like counseling now? Do Seers have to moonlight as psychiatrists these days?
Still, since it was "free," he cooperated with a sigh, presenting himself as a young man struggling to make ends meet.
"Mr. Hanass... actually, I wanted to divine whether I'll be able to find a respectable, well-paying job soon."
Unwilling to say it outright? But with a concern like that, I can more or less guess. This young man is probably a university graduate supported by an impoverished family, but he hasn't found work since graduating...
Understanding dawned on Mr. Z. Without saying anything more, he pushed the neatly stacked Tarot Cards on the black tabletop toward Klein.
Too many questions can wound the other person's sensitive self-esteem... that must be what the passage in Crucial Conversations meant.
"Which spread