“Or maybe I should just go see a therapist. That seems as if it might be money better spent.”
“Oh, there won’t be a charge, my dear. She could do it as a personal favor.”
“Who’s she?”
“My sister. She’s a medium.”
By this point, that new tidbit of information doesn’t even faze me. “Of course she is. And how does one get into that line of work?”
“Well, you’re born into it, aren’t you? It’s a gift.”
I repeat doubtfully, “A gift.”
“Something that comes naturally, like your artistic ability.”
“Only with dead people.”
“Exactly.”
“And she can guarantee this non-spirit who isn’t haunting me will leave after that?”
“Oh no. That’s entirely up to the spirt. And there’s always the chance that…” She chews on the inside of her cheek.
“Don’t leave me hanging. I’m strung out enough as it is.”
