Paranormal Lovers Box Set

Chapter 3-3

He woke at eight o’clock, the time he normally left for work. In a panic, he slid out of bed to the floor and crawled around, looking for his pants. He found his mobile phone in one of the pockets and immediately called in sick. It was easier to do that than bust a gut trying to get to the office on time. Besides, he never took sick days. He was known for it. With the pressure off, he dragged himself back into bed and snoozed for another half an hour.

Once he was fully awake, and with his mobile phone still in hand, he called Linda.

“Are you free?” he asked.

“Gee, I hate people. I drove all the way to uni to find my bloody lecture got cancelled. Would have been nice if they’d called to tell us.” She sighed. “Anyway, how are you? How’s that man? The one that’s been following you?”

“That’s kind of why I’m calling. We’ve started seeing each other.”

Linda groaned. “You see what I mean. No one ever tells me anything. How long’s that been going on? Can’t have been very long.”

“Just a couple of days.”

“That’s hardly seeing him. A couple of days? If that’s the criteria, then I’ve got boyfriends all over the place.”

“Good for you,” said Paul. “But can we talk about me? I’ve got something really weird to tell you.”

“Oh, it’s not about Rick, is it? He’s weird. All those women’s knickers and whatnot.”

The funny thing about Linda was, that in anyone else, the whiny voice, the pessimistic outlook, and the general cloud of gloom hanging over her would have irritated Paul like a cold sore. For some reason, it was amusing in Linda, and one of the things he most liked about her.

“No, Linda. I said it’s about me.”

When he had Linda’s full attention, which was a task in itself, he recounted all the strange experiences he’d had since meeting Calvin.

“It’s obvious,” she said. “You were together in a past life.”

Paul groaned. “Honestly, that’s the best you can come up with?”

“Well, what have you come up with?” asked Linda defensively. “Nothing. That’s why you’re calling me.” Then she adopted a calmer tone. “I know someone, if you want to talk to them. A psychic. She’s very good apparently. My mother goes to her.”

“Have you been to her?”

“Yes, I have.”

“And how was she?”

“Ummm. She was pretty good,” she said tentatively. “She was amazing at telling me about my past, but nothing she told me about the future has come true.”

“That doesn’t sound very convincing.”

“Yes, it does. You don’t want to know about the future, do you? You want to know about the past. I think she actually does past life regression.”

“I don’t know,” said Paul. “I’ll have to think about it. I mean, it does sound logical, what you said about past lives, if you believe in that. I’m not sure I do. Then again, I really can’t think of any other explanation.”

“You should think about it,” said Linda. “Let me know if you want her number and I’ll give it to you.”

Paul heard the sound of another phone ringing in the background.

Linda moaned. “Oh, who can that be? People always bloody ring when I’m on the phone.” There was a moment of silence. “Oh, it’s my bloody mother. I’d better get it. Bye, Paul. Let me know about the psychic.”

Paul hung up. A psychic? Perhaps that was the answer. But before he made a decision to spend money on something so frivolous, he had to speak to Calvin. He had to see whether Calvin had experienced anything other than the usual during the previous night’s s****l encounter.