“I’m afraid I just don’t believe in all that mumbo jumbo, Sara.” “But this one is supposed to be ‘the best’ ‘the real deal’, a genuine psychic medium. “I don’t care if he’s a medium, small or large. I’m still not stepping foot in that place.” The next thing I knew Sara’s hand was in the middle of my back thrusting me through the shop door. The waiting room, I suppose you’d call it, was so tiny, a cat would have a hard job swinging a mouse around in it. The walls were plastered with pictures of the medium’s celebrity clientele. Mystic M, thanks for all your advice, marriage and work still going strong! One famous soap-star had written across her photo. Mystic M, changed the wife, the dog and my way of thinking thanks to you. Was penned at the bottom of a photo of an actor from a famous TV crime show. When I saw the final picture I pointed and nudged Sara. “What do you make of that?” Before she could answer, the door on the right was wrenched open and a man I his early thirties poked his head into the waiting room.
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