"Wh-which dead>?" he stammered.
"Where all your dead live," Tifa said. "Let's see them."
"Well, there's the old Millstone Graveyard. There are lots of dead people there," Jim answered. "It's not much fun. I mean, a bunch of-"
"Let's go!" Tifa squealed in delight. "After, you can do me as much as you want!"
"Okay!" Jim squealed in delight. He ran out the door, hopped in a car, hot-wired it and pulled up for Tifa to get in. She leapt into the vehicle, scattering a deck of cards everywhere. Then she ran back into the house to get dressed because she was only wearing a towel.
Jim's gaze drifted down to the cards she'd knocked astray. With a gasp, he realized he was looking at a tarot deck. The Inverted Pantaloons had landed, sideways, on Death. The Wheel of Fortune intercepted the Fiery Stave at a forty-five degree angle and the Lovers were standing, their shadow falling over Death's face.
Tifa returned, garbed completely in black, rather like a robber.
"Ha ha," Jim laughed forcefully. "Black for a graveyard? What are people going to think?"
"I do not care about people," Tifa cooed. "I only care about you, James."
His heart thudding, Jim pulled out of the driveway and headed towards Millstone. His mouth was dry as he turned into the graveyard, which was completely empty and desolate.
"Well, here we-" he started to say, but Tifa was out the door and rummaging through a black bag he hadn't noticed. As he exited the car, he saw her sprint towards the freshest grave, one not more than two days old. "Tifa?"
"Be quiet, James!" She hissed back. Then he heard a thud and the sound of dirt being moved.
"Tifa?" Jim ventured again. No response was forthcoming so he strolled casually over to where his companion was busily digging up a grave.
"Grab a shovel and get to work, big boy," she said plainly. Jim wasn't certain what to do. "You think these," and here Tifa gestured at her bosom, "paid for themselves? We will fix your problem, James, but first we must dig."
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