The audience sat in rapt attention as she related tales of whole families reunited in the spirit world, then pointed out their loved ones in the crowd. I see standing there in front of you, a spirit form of a young soldier. She peered into the lights, as if for a better view. He looks to be about twenty-four. In khaki uniform.
Mouth droops a little at the corners.
He passed suddenly. Mrs. Roberts angled her head, as though listening to a soft voice. He gives me 1916 as the year of passing. The man in the gallery stiffened, and nodded that the details were correct. He wants to know if you have Aunty Lillian with you.