Interlude 2: 'Toss'

A black top hat lay upside down in the grass; several playing cards lay inside. Another fluttered to land upon its fellows.

Joyce Summers stood in the doorway of the back door watching her youngest daughter.

Beginning from a few feet away and slowly increasing the distance, Dawn currently stood behind a tree in the backyard and flicked cards out into the air. The card would dance and flutter in the wind, spinning around the tree and across the lawn, until it landed within the hat. Within moments, Dawn finished the pack.

Not a single card littered the grass.

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