mediums have always appeared interchangeable to me.Same look: flowing caftan, beads, bangles,
long hair, veil…After seeing Darryl,
I’m not sure what to expect when Jubilee Conroy swishes into the back
room.She’s his age, twenty-something,
spiked red hair, blue jeans and a skintight tank top which shows off a navel
ring.I wouldn’t call her a medium
though, more like an extra large.Mounds
of flesh pour out of her tight clothes in all the wrong places.Her handshake is firm; her voice dreamy.
“I told Darryl not
to worry.Samuel will reveal all.”
“I want to keep
you safe until that happens,” Darryl says.
Observing his tone
and the look in his eyes as he gazes at his wife, I realize she’s not simply a
meal ticket; this man loves her.
“Mrs. Conroy,” I
interrupts.“Call me Jubilee.”
Doubtful.“Can you…uh…contact Mr. Bittner now?”I can’t believe I’m asking this.
She shakes her
head.“Samuel is confused.He wants to cross over, but has unfinished
business.His spirit requires time to
reflect.I will try to summon him later