“A journey,” she said. “I was just on a journey. A few of them.” I eyed her suspiciously. “Man, this isn’t, like, some kind of a spiritual journey is it?” Ambrose laughed again. “Rose, I wish you’d get tarot readings every day.” Rhonda ignored him. “If it were in cups, maybe. But swords are tangible. Action. A true, out-and-about journey.”
