Chapter 8

The Sea Crest was back. The crew were unloading the night’s catch but there was no sign of Liam.

The burly fisherman, his grey hair mostly covered by a knitted hat,  replied without looking up from his work.   “The Yank? He left with Dave. Needed to see the Doc”  Sue’s heart jerked. In her mind she saw the men carrying the stretcher past the Inn, the injured man unconscious on his back. “What happened?”. The fisherman looked up. “Had a bit of an accident. The knife slipped”.

Rushing into the Peverell’s living room. where Colin, patently amused by her anxiety chuckled. “He’s okay, I tell you”.

“But that man said there’d been an accident – a knife  …”.

Colin was nodding. “Dave was gutting a fish and the knife slipped – went into HIS hand. Liam’s driven him over to the doctor. He’ll need some stitches”.


Colin’s lips twitched “Hhmm – remember him?”.  She sat down. “Oh!  Poor Dave. Is he ok?

“”Knowing the lad, I’m sure he’ll suffer agony for weeks. Anything for some female concern. It looked worse then it is.”, adding with a knowing glance. “Did you think that fella you don’t care about was near to death then?”

Her face grew warm under his shrewd eyes. “I’ve just been told I have sixth sense so I thought maybe that scene I witnessed some nights ago – about the men bringing off a stretcher? Well, for a moment I thought it was happening for real”, she laughed, joking.Colin scrutinised her from over his glass rim.  “You’re not still thinking about that dream”.

“It was no dream”.

He replaced his glass on the table. “So you reckon you saw fishermen bringing off a man on a stretcher, hurt bad, yet nobody in the village knows anything about it?”.

Sue had no wish to pursue the matter. If Colin was involved in anything illegal, she did not want to know.

‘And who says you have sixth sense?’

She smiled. “I met the Lewis’s today. It was a joke”.

Outside a car drew up and stopped.

“That’ll be Liam”, and twisting around on her stool, watched him stroll towards them, his clothes creased and stained from the sea water. His sensual mouth widened in a happy grin, explaining about Dave. “He was showing me how to gut a fish when we hit a wild wave and the knife cut deep into his flesh. It’s not serious but it is painful”.

Sue wrinkled her nose. ‘You could do with a bath …’, as Colin chuckled in agreement.


She found him stretched out on the bed, wearing her red towelling robe.

“She perched on the bed edge. “You had a good time?”.

“Almost as good as sailing.”  A provocative smile lingered. “I like Dave”. His eyes were a miriad of blue lights. “He talks about you a lot. Said he thought you were “smashing’. He half smiled at her. ‘ … you’re a free agent. This little sojourn isn’t going to change any decision you made for us back in Toronto.  Right?”

How cleverly he reminded her of the way she had eagerly slipped into bed beside him even though she had fled Toronto, terrified for her safety and determined not to play second fiddle to that bimbo, Allie.  He was also reminding her that he would soon leave Portmerryn, returning to Canada while she went where? And the reminding hurt Sue more then she would ever show him.

She telephoned Richard Lewis who invited them to dinner and Colin told them the village was in an uproar over the gypsies now firmly encamped at the ruins on the cliffs. “You mean painted caravans with camp fires” teased Sue, thinking of wooden clothes pegs and lucky heather sprays being pressed into her hands by the gypsies who had sometimes roamed the London streets of her youth.  Colin looked anxious. “You may mock but the villagers are scared of them”.

“They can’t believe all that stuff about curses”, scoffed Liam, finishing off his beer.

Looking towards the cliffs through the window, Colin admitted. “Some do” then “They’re up at the ruins and nothing will shift ’em until they’re ready to move on”.

Richard Lewis was waiting by the gate and waved them on,closing it behind them. He led them into the cottage where Sally greeted them warmly. Sue was acutely aware of Liam’s new interest in the evening as he bent to talk to Sally, jealousy rising up to splinter her composure, reminding her of the girl, Allie, back in Toronto.

Richard handed her a tall glass but Sally, looking very shaken, was standing up. “I must check on dinner …”

Sue stared at Liam. My God, he’s made a pass at her!

“Let me help, Sally, following the blind girl into the small but efficiently furnished kitchen where Sally was leaning over the sink unit, trembling, beads of perspiration gleaming along her upper lip.  “Sally!”  Sue took her hands. They were ice cold. “I’ll fetch Richard …”.

“NO!” Sally’s voice was shrill.  She clung to Sue’s hand. “I cant explain. Sue, help me.”.   Putting her arm about the blind girl’s shaking form, she guided her to a chair, then filled a glass of water. Sally sipped it, taking deep breaths. “I can’t tell Richard. He’ll think I’m insane” adding, worried “Perhaps I am insane”.   After a long pause during which some colour returned to her face, Sally took a deep breath.  “I keep seeing things … “.   Sue’s gasp made Sally smile. “Maybe they’ll lock me up ” and her giggle sounded dangerously close to hysteria.

“What do you mean – seeing things?”

Sally stared at Sue from sightless eyes yet Sue felt Sally could see her. It was bizarre.

“This morning when I asked Richard to describe you I just wanted him to confirm what I knew. You see, I’d seen you – before …” Sally’s dark head lowered. “It sounds crazy, doesn’t it?” A  churning was starting in Sue’s stomach. “How could you see me? When did you see me?”.

“This morning I knew you were in the cottage and I could see you clearly in my mind. Just as I saw you at the ruins that other time”.

“At the ruins?”  Sue sat down beside her. “You saw me at the ruins …’

Sally smiled. “Your Liam is very attractive”.

Irrational jealousy confused her thinking as Sue’s attention snapped back to the present. “He can be” she retorted with more bitterness then intended but Sally expressed herself more explicitely. “I mean I SAW  him – that’s when I got scared”.

“But Sallyl” argued Sue “You’re blind. How can you ‘see’?”


Dinner was spoilt for Sue by her preoccupation with Sally’s extravagant

disclosures. “Sue?”   Liam’s voice disturbed her trance-like concentration. “You’re not very sociable, honey. You’ve hardly spoken five words”.

Guiltily, her eyes sought out Sally who seemed to be watching her sympathetically.”Sue and I had a most absorbing chat whilst preparing dinner”.

Richard wanted to know what they had discussed but Sally immediately withdrew, lowering her gaze.

The opportunity for their visitors to talk alone came when Richard helped Sally clear away the dinner remains.  Liam watched Sue for a moment in silence. “So what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong” She avoided his gaze but he was insistent. “What happened in the kitchen?”. Finally, she looked up at him. “She is blind, Liam, yet when you came in tonight, she saw you as clear as I can. Sally described you accurately, even down to that unnerving stare you use to such advantage!  How d’you explain that?”

He gave a ragged laugh. “Maybe I’ve been sneaking up here. She is a very pretty lady, is Sally, and you know how susceptible I am …”

Ignoring  the jibe, she asked “Doesn’t it intrigue you knowing she can see us both as clear as if she had 20/20 vision”.

He shrugged. “Maybe Richard gave her descriptions”.

“But Richard only saw you for the first time this evening”.

Liam leaned back in his chair. “So what incredible explanation are you about to lay on me now?” his mockery chipping away at her confidence.

The Lewis’s were coming back and coffee was served on the patio,overlooking  the hills and valleys of Portmerryn, beneath a peaceful night sky. When Liam asked about Sally’s blindness, she gave a small laugh. “Richard insists I tripped and fell from the cliffs”.

“Well, didn’t you?”  Richard was wearing an anxious frown.

“I suppose so”. She slipped her hand into his. “Darling, I can talk freely tonight.  Sue and Liam are friends. …”

“Sal, dearest…” began a distressed Richard Lewis but she was shaking her dark head. “No, let me finish. Richard always worries about me going into one of my ravings” She laughed. “When we first came here on holiday, we had driven all over Cornwall and by chance discovered Portmerryn. I remember the moment we saw the village for the first time. I wanted to stay forever.  Richard wanted to complete a book he was writing and Portmerryn seemed the ideal spot for creative thinking. My own reasons were far more complex”. Sally covered her husband’s hand. “I was conviced that I had been here before.  I knew so much about the village. I even knew, without being told, about Rosmerryn Towers on the cliffs”.

Sue watched Sally Lewis intently, missing the sharp look Liam sent her.

Ignoring her husband’s gentle attempts to lead her away from the story, Sally continued her tale. “I want to finish, Richard. I can tonight without fear of being thought barmy. They understand.  I KNOW they do”. She turned her soft brown sightless eyes towards Liam and Sue. “It was such a strange feeling because I had never been to Cornwall before. We began to look for a place to buy. Richard found this farm. It wasn’t exactly what we wanted – we had no idea how to farm flowers, for example, but it did seem a nice idea, and happily we found we are rather good at it. But then just a short time after we moved here, I had the accident”.

“What happened?” Sue wanted Sally’s interpretation.

“Firstly” she began “I must tell you about the extraordinary things which led up to the accident. I would find myself thinking about the Rosmerryns. Once I found myself at the ruins. I had no memory of walking there. It was rather like I’d fallen asleep and when I opened my eyes there was the Towers as it used to be. It was so beautiful, Sue, just the way you described from your dream. But I was desperately unhappy and afraid. I’ve no idea why. When I came to, I was sitting on a pile of rubble, weeping. I told Richard and he said I was too imaginative, getting myself caught up in the book he was working on. At that time he was researching a story on the supernatural. But a few days later it happened again. This time I’d stopped at the Fishermen’s Rest to collect fresh fish for Richard’s birthday dinner. As I stepped into the Inn, the whole place changed before my eyes. I saw it as it must have been a long time ago.  Even Colin, only he looked much older. He was slooshing down the floor. I called out to him but he didn’t hear. Then I saw her …” Sally was gazing into her memories. “Carenza came down the stairs from the bedroom – she had been weeping, but when she saw Colin, she swept across the room, passing right by me. Had I reached out I could have touched her but I couldn’t move. I smelt her perfume – Lavender. I must have fainted because next thing I remember is being in the Peverell’s lounge with Velda fanning me with a magazine”.  There was a nervous silence before Sue spoke. “How can you be so certain you saw Carenza.  It could have been any girl …”.

Sally looked at Sue.  “I remembered her.”

“Remembered her?” Liam was reluctantly intrigued by the bizarre story Sally was recounting.  She was nodding. “And another time at the Towers. I saw her. It was just a glimpse but I was certain she had seen me too – she stared right at me.  But I was incapable of moving a muscle. I wanted to run to her – to talk to her”. Sally fiddled nervously, trying to sense their reactions to her sensational revelations. “Sue?”  her hand reached out. “You don’t think I’m mad, do you?” Sue sympathised. “Of course not!” and gazing into the pale, strained face reassured her “But how can you be so certain it was Carenza?  It might have been a shadow in the ruins. Carenza is just a name from the past. We don’t know what she looks like, do we?”

Sally’s face brightened. “I do” and clinging to Sue’s hand admitted “I knew her. This is the most distressing part.   I knew her.  I loved her.  She was my friend!”. Her fingers were biting into Sue’s flesh. “When you found me in the kitchen …”

Richard sat forward. “What happened in the kitchen …?”

“I’d been talking to Liam”. Sally turned to the Canadian ” … and I saw him  clearly – as if I’d been given back my sight.  I saw you, Liam, and yet it wasn’t you. ”  She was standing up. “Richard, I know you think I’m ill but I’m not. Yes, it sounds bizarre, impossible …”  Her voice trembled, close to hysteria, and her husband took her into his arms. “Easy ol’ girl, you’re getting too excited. Now sit down and we’ll try and discuss this  sensibly. How about a drink?”.

Sue was glad to find no mockery or derision in Liam’s face. “Tell us about the accident, Sal”. The blind girl stared ahead. “That was nearly four years ago. I’d been up at the ruins but this time, I was filled with a torment I could not begin to comprehend. I felt totally rejected. I don’t know what happened, suddenly I was falling. I expect I stepped too close to the edge and the rocks crumbled. I fell. Later they told me I bounced off the rocks, hitting my head several times but I remember absolutely nothing. I was blinded by the fall and Richard has forbidden me to go anywhere near those ruins.”  A pensive frown puckered Sally’s brow. “Richard was once considered an authority on the theory of reincarnation, he lectured on the subject, but since my accident he wont discuss it. Perhaps tonight he will, for you. ‘

“NO” Richard snapped, then laughed self-consciously. “It’s too serious a subject and tonight was intended to be a lighthearted dinner. Enough is enough, I think, darling.”

“Please, Richard”.

“Sally …” he sighed, beaten “My friends, my wife believes she has tripped back into the past. She has convinced herself, through helping me research the subject, that she is the reincarnation of someone who lived at Rosmerryn Towers”.

“Why are you so sceptical?”  Sue seemed to question his ability and Lewis felt compelled to be honest. “I’ve seen what this can do to Sally. Its already blinded her! I want no more tragedies occurring through some misjudged belief in a fantasy”.

“But do you believe there could be some truth in Sally’s outrageous theory?” Liam’s interest surprised Sue. She had expected him to be scornful. Richard shook his head negatively. “I can’t say.  There have been some incidents but none have been actually proven. I believe Sally is convincing herself she sees and hears things because she wants to. A romantic notion if you like.”

“But how can Sally be sure it is Carenza. Who would know what Carenza looked like. There cant be photographs … have you seen a portrait perhaps?”

Richard fidgetted, uneasy, and Sally’s pale face flushed with success. “There are three paintings of Carenza and Richard has seen all three. I saw them when we went into Truro. Carenza is just the way I said she was; the way I saw her.” Sal’s hand moved, searching for Sue, but Richard stepped between them. “I think this has gone far enough. “.

“Could I see these paintings?”Sue ignored the warning anger in Richard. “No” he explained stiffly “They were in a book loaned to the library by an American.  Charles Albrey was writing a series of articles on Cornwall for an American newspaper group, and he had also written a biography of the Rosmerryns, claiming direct ancestry with them through the French connection. The Lady Annaline, as you may or may not know, was originally the Comtesse Annaline d’Albrey. She married Euan Rosmerryn and came to Portmerryn. It was one of those arranged contracts” Richard related all this with obvious knowledge and unexpectedly, Sue took up the tale. “But Annaline loved Euan. She forgave him all his paramours, and his notoriety. When she died, he was devastated.  He lost interest in everything: his family, his business interests, and the twins were left to cope for themselves, aside from the servants. No wonder they grew into such horrors”

“But you told me you had been unable to find the biography” exclaimed Richard. They were staring at her when Sally laughed outright. “Of course she hasn’t read some pompous biography written by a stranger. Sue doesn’t need to read about the Rosmerryns …”

“Sally!”   Richard’s stern warning was ignored.

” Sue IS  Rosmerryn!”

The chair toppled over, crashing onto the patio flagstones, as Liam jumped up, his face as pale as Sally’s had been earlier. “Richard is right. We are all getting high on this nonsense.” He straightened the chair. “It’s getting late. We better go”.

Sue did not argue. There was a nervous twitch in his cheek as he moved back into the lounge. But Sally caught at Sue’s hand. “Richard can help us. He knows so much, Sue. Don’t you see, if this is happening there has to be a reason.

*   *   *

Liam was thinking about Sally’s mention of lavender. The other night he had woken, startled, to find the room filled with the pink hue of dawn, and the perfume had drifted close to him before he turned over and slept again. Sue had commented on the ‘flowery perfume’ in the store room when she had first gone in there.

Yet he was unable to admit the truth about what was really worrying him; that each time events, or people,  linked Sue with the Rosmerryns, he became enraged with a hatred for her. Until now he had been unable to name it but when Sally Lewis triumphantly declared that Sue was Rosmerryn, he began to shake and choke like some junkie in need of a fix, loathing Sue with an intense passion.

Needing to counteract the guilt he felt, Liam turned, reaching to draw Sue into his arms

. These past nights they had shared a bed but nothing more and he had promised himself that he would not initiate anything more passionate then a smile. But now as she nestled close, seeking his warmth, Liam felt his promises dissolving at the feel of her soft curves pressing against him and smothering a sigh of longing, he pressed her down into the mattress as his mouth captured hers while his fingers worked to undo the fastenings on her nightdress. He was laughing as he lifted his head.  “You never used to wear things like this “. Sue pulled the nightdress over her head, flinging it to the ground. Hoping she would not regret her actions come morning, she turned to him. His eyes, darkened by desire, slowly travelled over the soft lines of her body, lingering upon the swell of her breasts. His hand gently drew her down beside him again,his fingers moving over the smoothness of her skin, sending ripples of rapture throughout her being. His feather-soft kisses drove her to the point where she begged him to love her. His mouth moved over hers, his tongue performing the act she so desired while the luscious sensation of his naked body pressed to hers caused an explosion of thrills she had feared lost. Her fingers tangled in his curls while she surrendered to his whispered demands. Lowering his mouth to her breast, his tongue climbed its gentle slopes to tease and circle the engorged nipple before capturing it in his teeth. His name left her lips as her body began to move beneath his, inviting him.  Together they soared, seeking fulfilment until they were submerged in warm wave after wave of estacy.

Liam continued to lavish tenderness upon her until finally she slept contented in his arms, and closing his eyes, he forced away the demons of hate as they edged closer.


He walked a long way before finally taking the steep climb up to the ruins where he stood, hidden amongst the trees, as the gypsy children played. The door of one caravan opened and a thickset man appeared. Then Liam’s attention was distracted, caught by a movement at the edge of his vision.

An aged woman, dressed entirely in black, came from the rear of another smaller caravan, to watch him. He stepped out from the cover of the trees and walked towards the ruined Rosmerryn Towers.  Two dark, swarthy faced men watched him apprehensively.  He was a gorgo, a stranger. Had he come to make trouble?,their suspicion,born from years of persecution.

The old woman called to him, her voice brusque. “You want something, gorgo?”.

He turned towards the ruins. “I thought I saw something back there just now”.

The old woman screwed up her eyes. “I was back there”.

“Not you”, he turned to her and she gave a sly grin. “If it wasn’t me then it must have been a ghost”. She was walking away, her steps brisk for one of her years.

“Do you hear … see things … up here at night?”. He hurled the question after her and she turned back, her jewel-like eyes narrowing.  “You looking for ghosts, mister?”.

Liam held her stare. “The villagers believe in them”.

She sat on a rock pile which had once been part of the wall of the Manor House.

“You don’t look like a villager”.

“I’m visiting.”

Unexpectedly, the old crone muttered three words: “YOU CAME BACK”.

Liam frowned. “I’ve never been here before”.

Her hard, calloused hand touched his. “Show me” and without waiting for permission peered down into his open palm.”There is much confusion within yourself. Soon this will clear. Then you shall find the peace you seek.  But first a great ordeal must be overcome. Do not fear. You will succeed”. Releasing his hand she looked up into his handsome, bearded face. “You have a good face. Strength and courage combined with gentleness. Use your gifts well, son”. She paused. “There is one who needs you”.  His face remained defiantly expressionless. “Do not over exercise your gift for indifference or you may find yourself alone, and that you do not want”.

Liam began to laugh. “You don’t make sense”.The gypsy stared at him. “You are an actor but you should not act with this particular person. Her need is genuine”.

He still laughed. “Why is it you guys  talk in riddles. Can’t you speak a sentence in good, clear English?” The old woman chuckled. “Our paying customers prefer the ancient mode of language but for you, mister actor, who pays not a penny for my wisdom, I shall speak in your own blunt tongue: she loves you but is insecure.  You have convinced her how little you care. Before you lose her, tell her the truth. Forget what has gone before.” Her smile faded. “I speak the truth. Soon you will have great need of each other. You are linked together and one minus the other cannot survive. What has to be done must be shared.”

“You still talk in riddles, Mother Wisdom”. He mocked her. The gypsy’s eyes glinted. “You are linked together … “.  Looking back at the remains of the Towers, she observed. “This was once a beautiful house. The home of a powerful family”. Her next words silenced him. “You remember Carenza”. Liam felt his skin begin to crawl; his scalp suddenly aware of each hair standing erect. As his eyes followed where she gazed, he saw the distinct impression of a gliding shape, misty and fragile; a tall, slender form in a pale translucent clinging gown, poised at the bottom of the great curved staircase. Her head turned, the thick mass of golden hair falling across her shoulders, down her back. The brilliance of her emerald eyes lured him. Unable to move, Liam was compelled to stare into her eyes across the space of the long hall and the long years. She sent him a look of profound yearning before gliding away.

Liam felt the breath returning to his lungs and with a shock he saw there was no great staircase, no long hall. Just a mess of ruined stones. The gypsy’s voice surprised him. “She has waited for you a long time and when the time is right the Lady will call you all together and then her spirit will rest at last”. The gypsy wore  a knowing look. “You recognised her?”  Liam turned away, denying it all. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” but the old gypsy, majestic in her anger, with black eyes flashing, commanded. “You have denied her for too many years but you shall not deny her any longer!”

“It’s been a very interesting chat. Maybe I’ll be write a song about your Lady of the Ruins”. Her eyes became slits. “Soon you will be forced to admit all – even what you deny now. If you ever need me, remember my name. Rowena”.

His hand lifted in a wave and he strolled away, his tall, broad figure dwarfing the children who ran around his legs.  Her voice followed him, loud, firm.


He spun around. “You know me?” This time it was the old woman who smiled the secret smile. “The Lady Carenza told me about you”.

Sue returned from Truro in a foul mood.  “I drove all that way only to find the Library closed and every bookstore in the town ignorant of the existence of one Charles Albrey. It’s a conspiracy”.   Dropping down into the rocker, she kicked off her sandals and flexed her toes. “What did you do?”

Liam was staring at her.  She was the Sue he had known several years and yet she was Carenza too. As she turned her head quizzically, Liam saw the girl in the soft clinging gown gliding through the ruins and that vision was wearing Sue’s familiar face. The overpowering hate began to take him over, filling him, changing his expression to one of cruel loathing.  Battling with himself he closed his eyes and lay still, hoping it would fade away as it had faded before.

“Liam?”   Sue, shaken by the look, asked. “You okay?”

Rowena, the gypsy, had insisted he was an actor so now he acted, rolling away from her gentle touch. “I’m wiped out. I’ve been cliff climbing”.


The Lewis’s greeted her warmly, Richard enquiring after Liam. “He wasn’t feeling too good”, she lied”, glancing at Richard but he was not paying them any attention. He was staring out of the window at the approaching strangers.

The gypsies came in an old battered car which looked as though it had been salvaged from the wreckers!  The car suddenly spluttered and died some two hundred yards down the lane and from the window Richard stared in horror. The old car burst apart as the doors swung open and out tumbled three scruffy children. An old woman, presumably their grandmother, slid from the front passenger seat.  Slowly she straightened and with one bony hand on her walking stick, issued a command in a strange tongue to the man behind the wheel. He got out and lifted the bonnet, looking deep into the engine. Meanwhile the children were running wild about the Lewis’ private lane and Richard watched, grim faced. Sue joined him at the window. “They must be some of the gypsies”

“What are they doing here!”. Richard’s clipped tone belied his calm exterior.

Sally touched his arm. “Are they in trouble.  Do they need help?”.

“Their car appears to have broken down but don’t have me invite them into the house, my dear. They are thieves and just look at the state of those children!”

“Richard” scolded Sally “It’s unlike you to be uncharitable. Whatever is the matter?”

However, before he could reply, the man had turned and was looking about helplessly. He was of medium height, well built, with brown arms. His dark hair, flecked with grey, grew long over his ears, and his brown lined face wore an intense expression, his dark eyes seeking assistance.

“Oh no” groaned Richard “They’re coming over”.

“The poor things must need help” urged Sally “Just because they’re gypsies doesn’t make them monsters”, unaware of the dark scowl on her husband’s face.

When the firm knock rapped the door, he took his time answering.

“Good day ” mumbled the dark man. “The motor broke down. Could you phone for help, mister?” His attitude was of acute embarrassment rather then insolence and Sue was shocked by Richard’s curtness. “You’re trespassing on private property.”

The man flushed and gestured towards his family. “The kids … they wanted to see the flowers …”.Richard was adament. “There isn’t a mechanic for miles.  You’ll have to return back to the village”.

“RICHARD!” Sally came to the door, accompanied by Sue and  the gypsy,seeing  Sue for the first time, caught his breathe, his dark eyes losing their black insecurity whilst meeting  her own shocked gaze.  Partly conscious of the sharp cold wind on her back and the drifting lavender sweetness, she became aware that she was gazing into the  gypsy’s dark  eyes and Richard Lewis was staring at her. She  hastily turned aside, shaken by a mysterious need to talk to him. “Sally … that man …?”

“Richard is phoning for help. They’ve all moved back out into the lane.”

An hour later the car was ready to leave, the defect mended. Turning to Sue, the old woman spoke. “Tell your man Rowena says he must not make the same mistake again”.

“Liam?  How do you know Liam?”.

Pulling the car door shut, Rowena put her hand out of the window to grasp Sue’s arm. “I can help you”, and gently patted her arm. “We are all instruments used by the spirits.  They need us earthlings to satisfy unfulfilled desires. Those of us who are chosen are honoured, child.”

“What are you talking about?” refusing to be intimidated by this strange old woman but a mysterious smile filled the gypsy’s black eyes and softened her lined face.

“Until we meet later, m’Lady”.

The man, his dark eyes glistening, watched Sue, and she wanted to talk to him, certain that he would know the answers. But the car was pulling away, the children hanging from the windows, waving and laughing.

5 thoughts on “Chapter 8

  1. Barbara

    This is a delicious story! Enthralling, Bru. Give us more! My spine is tingling. This is a totally engrossing read.

    • You should get this book published. Congratulations. Those comments are always a shot in the arm. 😀

      Sent from my iPhone


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