You have to admit to yourself that you're curious. It isn't like you've had the best of luck so far. Frankly, all day has sucked. But maybe trying something new is what you need in order to finally turn things around. You aren't too keen on playing with... whatever this man is supposed to be. But your other option is insanity. To keep doing what you are doing while waiting for a different result.

"Okay." You shrug with a little trepidation. "What do we play?" You want to smack yourself. Hearing this clown has you rhyming now. You follow him past various others who are either deeply engrossed into their games, or are staring at you, to a table just big enough for the two of you. He seems to hover more than sit over his stool. You sit down in front of him feeling your nerves eating away at your stomach. Hey. Due to all this madness, you realize you haven't even thought about being hungry. Until now. But now is not the time or the place.

The cards crackle and whisper under his hands as he shuffles them numerous times. He giggles for a moment then says, "I'll hold up a card showing you the back. You have to tell me if the card's red or black." He slips the top card off the deck, doing exactly as he said he would.

Red or black? That is fifty fifty. The cards themselves are black. But his suit is red. Until it turned black. None of this could mean anything, could it? You are just procrastinating and thinking of anything except what you need to be. Red or black? Black or red? What color is the Hat Man holding up?

To pick red - Select page 28

To pick black - Select page 29