Chapter Thirty-Four
William offered Father Gregory a stiff drink to ward off the night air, but the priest declined politely, and opted for a soda water and cranberry juice, instead.
Celia had just re-entered the house when she heard the priest’s request, and a sudden thought struck her.
She caught William just as he was leaving the lounge to fetch the juice.
“I’ve just remembered,” she said, softly. “We’re not supposed to drink any alcohol before the séance.”
The light of recognition dawned in William’s eyes. “Damn, I’d clean forgotten about that.” He replied.
“Have you had any?” Celia asked, fearing the worst.
William shook his head. “No, but I’ve just poured myself one. I suppose it will have to wait. Can I tempt you to a soft drink?”
Celia smiled, clearly relieved. “Diet Coke,
