Seraphine lowered her eyes to the cards as though she no longer wanted them looking at each other directly.

“Because some things, if you open them, need blood to close again.”

Evelyn stood so abruptly the chair scraped.

“You’re crazy.”

“That is possible.”

“Keep the money.”

“I never kept money from somebody who needed it more than I did,” Seraphine said, pushing the bills back toward her. “Take it and go.”