Bessie and Sophie Moreno approach the medium’s front door in the sizzling sunshine just before it opens. A small woman with bobbed white hair, wearing a cotton floral dress, smiles warmly. Gesturing towards the bird on the statue, she comments, “My own personal robin bodyguard.” She chuckles. “He keeps an eye on all the comings and goings.”
They enter a spic-and-span home traditionally furnished in pale blues with cream accents. “It’s lovely,” Sophie remarks. “And believe me, I know. I’m a realtor. I notice these things. Or maybe I’m not supposed to tell you details about me.”
The medium smiles a little. “You can tell me whatever you like. The messages come from the Other Side, not from me. I’m just the voice they use. Follow me, please.”
Dorothea leads them to a back bedroom that has b
