Tarot Tales: 6 of Cups x 8 of Wands

Written by: Leileah

The Llewellyn Tarot By: Anna-Marie Ferguson

Jenny shoved the overhead compartment of her plane open, threw her overnight bag inside and slammed it shut. Turning away, she caught the middle aged gentleman behind her staring, a look of disapproval in his eyes. 

“Sorry.” she muttered, turning away to slide into her own seat.

It had been a long few weeks at work and instead of a relaxing weekend, she was headed towards the most stressful place she could possibly think of. Home.

Home for Jenny was as far away from London as possible. Born and raised just outside Aberdeen she had seized the chance to leave as soon as she could. And she’d stayed away.

Her parents disapproved of her choice of career. In fact, she wasn’t sure they approved of her choice of anything, and made sure that she knew it. She’d gotten used to it. Enough that it almost didn’t bother her anymore.

Still, Jenny was headed home for one reason, and for one reason only.

Her baby sister Allie was home. 

Jenny and Allie had a complicated relationship. Allie had done everything right. She’d gone to a Russell Group university to study law, graduated with a first class degree, and then gone off to Harvard. She’d dated a string of gorgeous men, usually breaking up because she wasn’t quite ready to settle down. The last one however had seemed different. Jenny loved her sister fiercely. Sometimes, though, she wished she’d been more like Allie. 

They kept in touch sporadically, sometimes exchanging texts for hours on end, and other times months would go by before a conversation.

Still, her baby sister was home.

Before she knew it, Jenny was standing at the door of her childhood home. She squared her shoulders, rang the bell and waited.

The door opened. It was Allie, who threw herself at Jenny, hugging her. Startled, Jenny patted her awkwardly, hugging her back before pulling away.

“So.. where is everyone else?”

“Out. They’ll be home late.”

Jenny walked into the house, dropping her bag near the stairs. “This place doesn’t change. It looks exactly like it did when we were wee.”

Allie laughed. “Comforting and terrifying, right? Even the paint in my room is the exact same colour. Wouldn’t hurt if they changed it up a little, but no, they like everything just so.”

Jenny stretched, working the plane cramp out of her shoulders. “Right. Tea, then I want to hear your news.

Teabag in a cup followed by hot water. Stir, let it rest, stir again. Milk. No sugar.

Cradling her cup, Jenny leaned against a counter.

“So what’s this sudden visit all about?”

Allie sighed, her shoulders slumping. 

“Andy and I broke up six weeks ago, and I’m pregnant.”