“As if by magic?” Sue asked, puzzled.
“No one knows what happened.”
“And what did Reverend Martens say?”
Kathy opened her arms wide, bread in one hand and milk in the other one, sloshing it on the floor.
“Who’s that?”
Sue broke into a smile. The reverend must have left and given up praying. She, Salome Sue Richardson, the great-granddaughter of the famous medium had finally won.
“Doesn’t matter,” she said and stepped towards her daughter. Kathy quickly put the milk back in the fridge and ran to the door, biting off a large chunk of the bread.
“Not now, Mummy,” Kathy said with her mouth full when she saw that her mother wanted to hug her. “I have to see Rick, he was so worried about me when I went into the hospital. You still remember love, right?”
“Yes, you can be sure I still reme
