The Elephant in the Room

One of the more surreal experiences of my life was meeting O.J. It was just a few weeks after a jury had found him innocent of the murders of Nicole and Ron, and he was with his son at a fair at the middle school his son attended. The sons of a friend of mine also went to the school, and I'd volunteered to do tarot readings to help with the fund-raising. What struck me as incongruous was the total disconnect between the man who had so recently been accused of a brutal crime, which half the country still believed he'd committed, and the cheerful, smiling man who was enjoying the day with his boy like any other dad. There was a moment there when it seemed he might have his cards read, but he decided against it. I think we both were afraid of what might come up. I can see it now, me telling The Juice, "ah, my friend, the death card, have you by any chance been involved with any murders lately?"