She is invited to parties

I must have information! What better way than to tell fortunes?

 

A matron suggested it. Well, perhaps I planted the idea in her mind ... "You are so mysterious," she said, "you must be a sensitive."

 

I simpered and said perhaps.

 

Now I am invited to all the parties. I am given a quiet corner. A table covered in velvet. The ouija board.

 

I long to tell them I have the power to move the planchet at will, to tell their fortunes without spelling out silly messages.

 

But I stay true to my purpose. My goal, My need.

 

I must find him.

 

@ Whitby: The Birth of Dracula

Done