Today’s excerpt comes from Witching Hour.
“Let’s see what I can find out.” I set my crystal ball in front of me and pushed aside thoughts of Tag and Lana, and the doll, so I could focus on her question. I closed my eyes briefly as I lowered myself into a trance. When I opened my third eye, I could see a man standing right behind her. I assumed it was her husband. Relieved to see him—it made it so much easier when the spirits were cooperative—I bilocated, stepping outside of my body while still keeping anchored to it. Once I was on the astral, I turned to him.
He looked to be in his twenties, but that didn’t surprise me. Spirits often took the shape they were most attached to when they were alive. He blinked as I crossed to his side, then he glanced at the chair, where my body was still seated.
“I guess this means you can see me?” he asked, giving me a wry grin.
“Well, that’s about the size of it. You’re Frank, right? Mary’s husband? Late husband.”
“Unfortunately so. What’s she want now?”
Taken aback by the churlish words, I hesitated. Usually loved ones were thrilled to be able to connect with their families.
“Well, first off, Mary wants you to know how much she misses you.” I steadied myself. This was the hardest part of spirit-readings. Usually there were tears and recriminations on both sides, but they were almost always underscored by broken hearts.
“Oh, really? I’d say she misses my money more.” He snorted. “Can you help me shake loose from her? It’s like I’m glued to her side and I’m getting tired of it.” He rubbed his temples, looking pained.