‘What claims, precisely?’ asked Margery, sipping from her cup but not taking her eyes off Kathryn.
‘Oh, where to begin? Well, let me preface this by saying that I really like Sophia. Not only “like”, I feel a tremendous rapport with her. And I respect, if not believe, what she says. And what she says is that she has been alive, continuously, since she had some kind of mystical shift in her understanding, some alteration in her perception of life and death, over six hundred years ago, back in the fourteenth century. There, I’ve said it.’ Kathryn breathed out heavily and looked expectantly, nervously, at Margery.
‘Yes, this is no surprise to me. Perfectly believable, and exactly as Julie explained to me forty years ago,’ Margery said in between sips of her coffee.
Kathryn felt relief puls
