Chapter Seventeen
William absentmindedly drummed his fingers on the dining table. The psychic had been upstairs now for almost 20 minutes, and Celia could tell that her husband was growing impatient.
She looked over at Molly, who was seated across the table from her, and smiled.
Molly flushed slightly, obviously feeling embarrassed that they seemed to have run out of conversation while waiting for Doris to return.
In truth, this was often the case in such circumstances. Molly felt that she should have explained to Celia earlier that, whenever Doris performed a séance in a private household, she insisted on first sizing up the energy of the spirits present, so as to gauge whether or not she thought herself capable of completing the task at hand.
Molly had been present on several occasi
