I WASN’T SURE WHAT TO call her, or what exactly she did. All I knew was that she claimed to have “powers.”
I recognized the high-percentage chance of humbuggery. But the woman came with strong recommendations from trusted friends, so I asked myself: What’s the harm?
Then, the minute we sat down together, I felt an energy around her. Oh, I thought. Wow. There’s something here.
She felt an energy around me too, she said. Your mother is with you. I know. I’ve felt that of late.
She said: No. She’s with you. Right now.
I felt my neck grow warm. My eyes watered.
Your mother knows you’re looking for clarity. Your mother feels your confusion. She knows that you have so many questions.
I do.
The answers will come in time. One day in the future. Have patience.
Patience? The word caught in my throat.
In the meantime, the woman said, my mother was very proud of me. And fully supportive. She knew it wasn’t easy.
What wasn’t?
Your mother says: You’re living the life she couldn’t. You’re living the life she wanted for you.
I swallowed. I wanted to believe. I wanted every word this woman was saying to be true. But I needed proof. A sign. Anything.
Your mother says…the ornament? Ornament?
She was there.
Where?
Your mother says…something about a Christmas ornament? Of a mother?
Or a grandmother? It fell? Broke?
Archie tried to fix it.
Your mother says she had a bit of a giggle about that.
FROGMORE GARDENS.
