“Give up your job,” she said, “and put an advertisement in the local paper. You could give psychic readings, charge £3.50 for half an hour…. You could do it.” I was living in the small town of Epworth in the north of England, working in a pub behind the bar, part-time, earning a small but much needed wage. It wouldn't have been too bad if it hadn't been for the unwanted attentions of the lecherous landlord. Working for him became more and more impossible, but I had no choice, or so it seemed—my eleven-year-old needed feeding. Considering Irene's suggestion, I realized I would need only three sessions a week to match what I was earning at the pub. But what if I couldn't do it … what if no one came? I would hear the voices, now much clearer, urging me to leave, give up the job; but what would I do, how would I cope? I needed the money. I had begun to tell a few people about my experiences, and I had told my sister what our father had said, through Mick McGuire, which she totally accepted.
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