‘I think we’re all right,’ she told Amanda. ‘I kept my mind completely blank all the time that girl was in the room.’ Amanda reminded herself that she wasn’t Amanda. ‘Why?’ ‘She can read minds,’ Serena said. ‘But I blocked her from getting into mine.’ ‘You can do that?’ ‘I learned how when I studied hypnosis,’ Serena Hancock informed her. ‘You concentrate on a little phrase called a mantra. Some people do this for meditating, to clear the mind. It can work when you’re around mindreaders too. When I was student-teacher in her class I was able to hide my thoughts from her.’ She started towards the kitchen. ‘I’m going to fix myself a Martini. Do you want one?’ Amanda shuddered. ‘No, thanks.’ She followed Serena into the kitchen. ‘You can’t really make contact with spirits, can you?’ Serena stared at her. ‘Are you being funny? Of course not! You know that.’ Margaret would know that, Amanda thought. ‘Oh, sure, but I was just wondering.
