Chapter Eighteen
Although they did not have to wait long, for those seated around the table, it felt like an eternity.
Finally, Doris spoke. “I can help you to cross over if you like. No one can stop you if you have my help.”
Her hand scrawled a large NO across the paper, virtually taking up the full page.
Molly replaced it.
Whether it was as a result of the sudden shock of hearing the ghostly voice in the room, or merely the fact that their house was always cold, but Celia began to shiver uncontrollably.
She removed her hands from underneath her thighs, and began to rub the outsides of her upper arms in an attempt to increase her circulation. She wished now that she had worn a thicker jumper for the evening, but she knew that there was no way that she was going to ask to be excused
