It was a hot, humid day in the 1930's. This was the time of the Dust Bowl, and the Great Depression that swept through the United States. It was then that you heard a knock at the front door. Your father answered it, and found a disheveled woman standing on the porch. A conversation ensued, and you listened in. It sounded like.. she was an ex-carnie who was a tarot reader..? How strange...