FIVE
“COULD YOU HAVE POSSIBLY been any ruder to poor Theo?”
“Shhh. Madame What’s-her-face is gesturing for you. No doubt she wants to anoint you or something.”
“It’s Mystic, not Madame. Mystic Bettina, as you know well. Oooh! She must have picked me to be one of her assistants! Fabulous! I’ll be in a perfect position for unbiased observation.” Sarah jumped out of her seat and hurried over to where the local medium was standing with two women.
“Very unbiased,” I said to myself, then smiled reassuringly at the man on my left as he glanced at me.
He leaned over and whispered, “Is this your first séance?”
I nodded.
“Mine too,” he said in a confiding tone, and hazarded a shy smile. “My wife—that’s her there with the others—is a member of the local ghost hunter’s group, so she’s been want
