Escort For The Witch - стр. 30
“Yes, I can. She looks about twenty-seven. She’s not tall, with dark, almost black hair, light blue eyes. A very good figure, and also…” Sabrina suddenly fell silent and lowered her gaze.
“What’s that? ” I inquired.
“I swear to God, she looks very much like me! Almost identical!” Sabrina exclaimed.
I couldn’t believe it. Could Sabrina have seen her own mother? I frantically recalled everything I had ever read or heard about the De Manshand family. After Michelle and Alex had hidden the girl, Michelle decided to return home to France.
There was talk of an incredible scandal that had erupted in the family after Michelle had told Marie – Sabrina’s grandmother – that the child had died.
Michelle had never been seen again since. Some newspapers wrote about her death, and Marie did not deny it, on the contrary, she burst into tears, portraying herself as a grief-stricken mother, but Michelle’s body was never found. And now,
what if Sabrina is seeing Michelle’s spirit? What is she trying to convey to her daughter? And why is Grandpa’s spirit so persistently opposing this interaction?
Could it be that Michelle wants Sabrina to reach out to her Grandmother herself?
But why? Michelle was so desperate to save her daughter from the family fate.
She didn’t want Sabrina to grow up like all the other women in their family. Cold, callous, and merciless. Maybe… But was that Michelle feared? Grandpa was right; Sabrina’s mother was different from the other family witches. Michelle’s paranormal gift was being able to see both the past and the future. She knew the whole truth about the deeds of her numerous relatives and ancestors. All it took was touching any object belonging to someone even remotely interesting to Michelle, and their past lives with all their deeds, no matter how terrible, would be revealed before her eyes. It was this gift that made her different. Also kind, loving, and honest. And most importantly, she was capable of something that other members of the De Manshand family were not. She was an empath, able to feel deeply: guilt, shame, and even disgrace for the past and present of her own family.
That’s why she had turned to Alex for help…
“I’ve been visited by her during the day,” Sabrina said thoughtfully.
Her quiet voice interrupted my thinking. I widened my eyes in disbelief and stared at Sabrina.
“What? What do you mean she has visited you during the day? ” My confusion was so apparent that Sabrina became slightly alarmed. She squinted at me. I turned away to face the window and pulled out another cigarette trying to mask the emotions that had come over me at the most inappropriate moment.
“Mind if I smoke? ” I asked.
“No, of course not,” she replied.
I sat down on the wide windowsill and lit up, desperately trying to sort out my thoughts. However, what I had just heard made it difficult to think rationally, and some details of Sabrina’s “encounter” with her mother left questions swirling in my mind unanswered.
“So what’s this about her visiting you, ” I reminded her.
Sabrina sighed bitterly and turned towards the window. She looked so small and vulnerable in her Grandfather’s old robe that I felt a pang in my heart.
“I was in my room, getting ready for work and thinking up a plan to get Eric out of his binge, when suddenly the Mardi Gras beads hanging on my mirror fell down and scattered all over the floor. I started picking them up. When I finished, I habitually glanced at the mirror and was stunned. She was there, looking at me.