Everyone turned to look at me, Aunt Muriel was looking positively shocked. I probably looked shocked too, but for a different reason– it was the voice of the lady in black.
“Shit!” I mumbled to myself.
I could see her from the neck down – mother had hung a velvet curtain angled across the doorway to the living room (she was going through some sort of Baroque decorating phase) and its curve hid the Black Lady’s face. What it did not hide was the necklace hanging low down her front – a very similar looking ankh to the one that Miro had worn. If that was what I thought it was, my dead companions would be visible to her now!
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