8
“So the cards decide?” I asked the woman.
“No, we decide.”
The other three players had vanished moments before, and the woman and I were walking now, all alone in the gray space, nothing to see but each other. She had a body—even a sort of covering now, made out of some kind of fabric I’d never seen—and I was still just a blob of light, but that didn’t seem to bother her. After a while I stopped caring about it either.
The woman paused and used her sleeve to squeegee off a section of gray in front of us, like it was dirty window.
“See that?” she asked.
I moved to where I could look past her arm and check out the view.
It was green and lush down there, like one of the displays you see at a garden store—meant to taunt you over how great your plants could grow if you only had the ski
