‘My
grandmother was a fortune-teller. I learned the skill from her. I can give you
a reading if you like.’
Even
though the house is just off the main road, it’s so quiet you can hear the
carpet reclaiming our footsteps. I’m glad it’s Rae attending and not me. Lilly
is just too unblinking, too close, with the flushed cheeks and open mouth of
someone who hasn’t drawn the curtains in a while. She’s thirty but seems
younger, anxious, etiolated, watchful.
‘Okay
then.’
I’m
surprised Rae has said yes. I move along the sofa to make room, but she sits in
an armchair and puts her hands palm up on her knees.
Lilly
kneels down in front of her, shakes her long blond hair clear of her face, and
leans over.
‘You
like things done your own way,’ she says after a while. ‘But you can be
flexible if you have to.’
‘That’s
true,’ says Rae. ‘It’s just my way’s always the best.’
She
looks a little tense, though, despite the joke.
Another
silence.
I glance
round the room.
A line
of baby toys lined up under the window – a pull-along xylophone with googly
eyes, a plastic telephone, a plastic cooker – but even from here I can see a
layer of dust on their upper surfaces. Facing the sofa, a gigantic plasma
screen, almost filling the wall. A sofa and an armchair. Nothing else.
‘You’re
married,’ says Lilly.
‘Yep,’ says
Rae, glancing down at her left hand. ‘Happily.’
‘You’re restless,
though’ says Lilly. ‘You have strange dreams. Are there children?’
‘Yes.’
‘A boy.
And a little girl.’
‘A girl,
actually.’
‘I can
see a boy, too. But he’s not quite here yet.’
She
looks up at Rae, who smiles.
‘Should
I stop off and get a pregnancy kit on the way home?’ she says.
Lilly
shrugs.
‘That’s
not what I mean,’ she sighs, then looks down at Rae’s hands again. Rae glances
over at me, and I raise my eyebrows.
‘I see
an elderly woman,’ says Lilly. ‘She’s very sweet and kind. She meant a lot to
you but now she’s gone.’
Rae
shakes her head.
‘No. I …
er…’
‘You
loved her very much and now she’s passed. But she wants you to know she still
loves and cares for you. She wants you to know it doesn’t matter any more – if
that makes sense? Let it go. Let it all go and just follow your heart. She’s
nodding! That’s it! She wants you to let go and move on.’
‘Right.’
Suddenly
Lilly winces and sits back on her heels.
‘I’m
sorry. I can’t seem to do it today. I’ve got that pain again.’
Rae puts
a hand on her shoulder.
‘Oh –
now – that’s what we’re really here for! Come and sit down. You really should
come with us to the hospital.’
‘No. I’m
fine, honestly. Sorry. I think I overdid it.’
I get up
from the sofa to make room for her.
‘I can
see a dog round your feet,’ she says to me as we swap places. ‘An old, sick
dog.’
‘Buzz!’
I say to her. ‘He’s fifteen and struggling a bit.’
‘Buzz,’
she says. ‘Yes. That’s it.’ She hugs her arms over her tummy and joggles her
knees up and down. ‘It’s his hips, isn’t it?’
‘They’ve
almost given out. I hope it’s not a bad sign. That you can see him, I mean.’
She shrugs.
‘Don’t
worry. He’s still around. He’s just projecting. He’s getting himself ready.’
‘So –
about this pain,’ says Rae. ‘After everything you’ve said I really think you
should come with us to the hospital, to see a doctor.’
‘How
will I get back, though?’
‘I don’t
know. Bus? Taxi?’
‘I’ve
got no money.’
‘I’m
sure we can figure something out. The most important thing is we get you some
help.’
‘But I’ll
be sitting up there for hours.’
‘The
most important thing is you’re in a place of safety. There’s no-one here to
look after you if things took a turn for the worse. At least if you come with
us we can start to make things better.’
‘I don’t
know,’ says Lilly, biting her nails. ‘Somehow I can’t see that happening.’
4 comments:
Load of old cobblers (Lilly that is Spence,not you and your writing)
If Lily was able to fortune tell,she'd win the lottery every week.
I tend to agree with you, Jack. I must admit it gave me a start when she mentioned about the dog - but a lot of people have dogs, and if I didn't, no doubt she could change it to say it was a spirit dog she saw. Cold reading's a skill, no doubt, but I think it depends first on how much you want to believe and second, how much that makes you give away (inadvertently). Having said all that, I don't think she was doing it in a premeditated way. I think she probably believed in her own gift.
Cold reading is pretty easy and fun for freaking people out, check your trouser cuffs for dog hair.
I can see a dog around your feet too, half of him is on your socks.
That's funny! I do often have dog hair on my trousers. How did you know that? You must be psychic.
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