Love Doesn't End With the Grave (Blair)

[kayla]

Everyone has those days. Where nothing seems to go right and everything seems to go wrong. For Kayla, this was one of those days.

It had started this morning when the air conditioning had gone out on the Cafe. Then the coffee over percolated and bubbled out making a mess all over the stove, burning her wrist when she tried to move it off the stove. The biscuits burned because she was trying to get the windows unstuck to get some air in the place. Multiple phone calls to Ty had turned up with no response and all other repairmen called said that it would be a few days before they could come look at the AC unit.

By the time Casey came in she was close to tears with frustration. Grabbing her keys she headed out the door telling him she'd be back in a little while. Her shoulder still hurt from the wound in it but she didn't have time to even consider it. The little chunk of money she'd saved up was about to be spent on a new AC unit. She couldn't expect folks to come and relax in a sweltering cafe all day, especially not as muggy and humid as this day was turning out to be.

The red and white checked cotton blouse she wore was thin and short sleeved but it still clung to her in places as she sweated, the rolled down windows in her old beat up truck provided a little relief as she drove through the street, trying to make it out to the nearest Home Depot. Her hair was pulled up into a chignon on top of her head but little whispy bits slipped out and flew around her head as she drove, strays clinging to the back of her neck and temples.

And to top it all off, her truck began to chug and sputter, causing a string of words that normally would never pass her lips to escape as she managed to pull it over to the side of the road right as it died.

Her cell out she flipped it open to dial a tow truck but the cell was dead.

Oh yes, it was most assuredly...one of those days!

Getting out and slamming the door she took deep breathes as she forced back the tears. She was determined not to cry. Not now. If she started then she might as well go back to bed and just call it a day.

Standing on the sidewalk she looked around and spied a shop with the sign over the door: Spirit Connections. Shrugging and assuming it was some kind of religious book store or something she dragged her miserably hot and stressed self to the door, pulling it open and stepping in.

[Blair Winters]

Time Goes By So Slowly.....



Her eyes kept wandering to the beautiful clock that hung above the door. The hands of time were slowly ticking by, and it was only morning....This was going to be a very long ass day. Hopefully who she was waiting for would show up soon. Just like her loved ones promised.....but this wasn't an ordinary meeting. Her guest's loved ones were departed from this plane of earth and were contacting her from the great beyond.... Yes she could contact ghosts but in a different way....through her..


It sounds complicated but it really isn't...She goes into a trace and invites the spirit in her body but they are rules. If a ghost tries to possess her that ghost is kicked out instantly...The second rule is the ghost is only allowed to speak..no trying to move her body that could get messy. In her mystery guest's case...her grandparents were respectful and actually pretty nice.


Although it was uncommon Blair did a reading at her house she took out a tape recorder and let them speak through her. However Blair didn't listen to the whole recording. Just the part where they tell whom the message is for....so the person knows she is serious about what gift she has. Some people chose to be ignorant of the fact that life goes on after death. Others were more accepting and in fact chose to investigate said phenomenons that occur.

Of course Blair would rather deal with someone who believed in what she was doing...and not someone highly opposed to it. They had a tendency to try to kill her for it....That led to sticky situations she rather not deal with plus a grumpy old man that needs a chill pill.

Her eyes traveled once again to the clock before closing a curtain that hid her reading seat.Blair would not be using that today however just in case she lit the various candles around the store. The last one was on her counter and at the moment she lit it. The store jiggle as a woman walked in...she was here.

Blair stood up and flattened the wrinkles out on her white suit, nodding to the visitor. It was the loved one of the dearly departed.
She nodded graciously to the woman and pointed out a seat before speaking,"Hello Miss Murdough, I've been waiting for ya. Don't worry I'll tell ya how I know your name."

[kayla]

Stopping just inside the doorway as the woman greeted her BY NAME!, Kayla looked around a minute. Surely this was one of those hidden camera shows. The kind you see on TV all the time.

But that couldn't be the case. It had been utterly random that she ended up in this place at this time. her truck stopped working!

Utterly confused and on the verge of tears she smiled weakly at the woman and brushed some hair off her forehead where sweat had plastered it to her skin. At least it was nice and cool in here. That would explain the goosebumps that popped up all along her arms wouldn't it? Right?

She stepped in and took the seat, looking over at the woman and clearing her throat. Maybe she'd been in the Cafe before?

'"Much obliged Miss. If I could just use your phone to call for a tow truck I'll be right on my way. I don't mean to be a burden." she said politely as she fidgeted in her seat trying to be discreet as she looked around the place. It sure wasn't like anything she was used to.

[Blair Winters]

Blair tipped her head as the woman entered, her guest was on the verge of crying. This struck the curiosity of the medium. What was she crying about? Maybe she would find out and soon enough she did. The woman sat down and ask to used her phone. Her voice was tiny like a little mouse that caused a smile to spread on her face. She was no aura reader but Blair could tell this woman was a good soul no darkness emulated from her. This is the type of person that brings joy instead of pain.

Blair slipped her cell out of her jacket's pocket and held it out to the visitor. “ I don't know why you would need to call someone. When I can solve your problems right here and now.”

She glanced out to the car and then back to the woman, “ You see the issues you are having today were planned to get you here...Not by me but some dearly departed loved ones. Connor and Lilian, your grandparents. They contacted me....and they want you to hear something from them.”


Blair grabbed a tape recorder off the counter and sat aside the young woman, “I know this is a lot to take in...but...this is a very urgent matter. I've never felt this way before from a reading. I need you to trust me. That what I say is the truth I'm a Trance Medium....I'm well known to the area and a little bit across the nation. You might know the person mentor...she is really well known across the world. Vicki Manson, she has that show on cable. “

Her eyes wandered to the woman. “ Will you let me play this message for you...Your grandparents won't stop pestering me till they do.”

[kayla]

Taking the cellphone kayla perked up a little. "You know how to fix trucks?" she asked hopefully as the woman said she could solve her problems now. She didn't look like a mechanic but the country bumpkin assumed that they came in all shapes. "You'll get your nice clothes all dirty though."

But as the woman ignored her words with a small smile on her face and went on Kayla's face fell from the smile to a suspicious gaze until the names of her grandparents were spoken, shock registering on her visage. She froze, going very, very still and held her breath without even realizing she was doing it.

"I...but...they're...that's impossible." she sputtered and started to stand up, setting the cellphone back on the seat behind her.

She began backing out of the store, wondering what kind of mess she'd gotten herself into this time, eyeing the little recorder suspiciously. The name spoken didn't really mean much to her and she shook her head. "I...I don't get cable ma'am.", was all she could think to say, moving very carefully and deliberately. "And I was always taught not to mess with haints. Gran told me to leave them be and not pay them no mind."

But the tone of the woman's voice as she explained about the spirits pestering her made her falter and she paused just inside the door, staring at Blair. It sure sounded like something her grandparents would do. Nag and pester till you shut up and listened. But why hadn't they come to her?

Biting her bottom lip a moment she considered. What was the harm in just letting the crazy woman play a tape. She could listen, say thank you, and be gone. Simple as that. If she refused she might upset the woman and who knows what that might lead to. Nodding briefly she stayed where she was and said, "Well alright then.....I suppose I could give a listen but then i really gotta get goin'. i got a million and one things to get done today and more stuff keeps popping up."