Two days later, Paul was on the phone to Linda.
“I did it,” he said.
“Did what?” asked Linda. “Cracked the riddle of the Sphinx?”
Paul smiled. “Ha ha. Very funny. No, I went to see your psychic, Alison.”
“She’s not my psychic,” corrected Linda. “Anyway, how did you go?”
“Wonderful. She’s very good.”
“I told you,” said Linda matter-of-factly, as if there couldn’t have been any doubt.
“She took me back to a past life. I was called Miranda and lived in a big house in England.”
“Miranda? That doesn’t suit you.”
“Just as well since I’m a guy,” said Paul before recounting the experience of his visit to Alison.
“So how has it helped you? No more attacks of the body snatcher?”
One thing he loved about Linda was her way with words. “Nope. All gone. As Alison said, she was just trying to
