Old Bess, however, saw the murderous gleam in Sassy’s eyes and knew those outstretched hands weren’t reaching out to hug Becca – choke her, more like. For a split second, Old Bess wondered if Sassy’s insane jealousy was linked to Paul or Becca, then decided it didn’t matter, Sassy was one sick puppy no matter how you sliced it.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Old Bess grunted as she pulled Sassy back. To Old Bess’s surprise, Sassy didn’t resist her. She fell into Old Bess’s arms, sobbing, “Nobody loves me!”

Becca was oblivious to Sassy’s meltdown, her eyes glued to Karl.

“OK, pretty lady, did you choose … the Ace of Spades?”

“No,” Becca responded with a giggle.

“How about … the Queen of Hearts?”

“Yes! Oh my gosh, how did you do that! That’s awesome!”

“Magic, my dear, only magic. Say, would you be interested in becoming my personal assistant? I have a feeling we can make some beautiful magic together…”

Karl took Becca, his cards, his top-hat, and one anemic rabbit to a corner to discuss the matter further.