The first sign that something was up happened to me a week ago, when a close friend of mine, let’s call him Jean, cornered me early on at a party, well before the cocktails had kicked in, and whispered, “I just had my cards read.”
My eyebrows must have moonshot. Jean is no New Ager; he’s an Ivy League-educated neurologist and rigorously rational in every decision he makes. “You had a tarot card reading?”
He cringed. “I know, I know… But she was, well, so incredibly spot-on!”
And on the strength of that spot-on-ness, Jean is leaving his well-paid job and fabulous Paris apartment and moving to Ohio.
Ohio. With a woman he only met two months ago.
“Well, why not?” I thought. People make crazy choices all the time,…
