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Every morning, if he got up early enough, he’d see her in the yard meditating: out there with her tiny dog Pokey, between the pair of Cuban petticoat palms she thought of as two women who’d been turned into trees-telling him that-though she had never heard or read of such a thing in any of her books. Christ, dozens of books on spirit communication, psychic enlightenment, aura reading, crystal healing, getting in touch with your chakras, cha
“Easy as pie. I raise my energy level to resonate with Wanda’s, see, then she’s able to use my energy cha
Oh.
“That’s her name, Wanda?”
“Wanda Grace.”
“How old is she?”
“Twelve.”
“That’s all? And she knows everything?”
“Age doesn’t matter.”
“But why her? Why not somebody more like yourself?”
“Wanda was killed by an alligator.”
Ask a simple question…
The time he did he saw Lea
“The gator drug me into the swamp and spun me round and round and round till I was drowned. Then what he did, he took me down to his house and lef’ me, didn’ eat me till I turn ripe. Tha’s the way they is, like you ripe.”
Lea
She said, “Wanda Grace’s little dog ran away. It was when she was down by the swamp looking for Pokey it happened. The same month, the same day and hour as my Experience, except Wanda passed over in the year 1855. She lived on a plantation in Clinch County, Georgia, as a slave.”
“Maybe,” the judge said, “you can get her to dust and do the windows.”
Oh, you didn’t kid about Wanda Grace. Lea
“Honey, I thought she wanted us to open our hearts and be happy, have some fun in life.”
Lea
What happened to the healthy girl who used to wiggle her tail and could smile underwater? Now she communicated with a spirit and played with crystals to improve her i
When she did speak during the day, in her mild, airy tone, it was to pass on information.
“Big, Wanda says you need psychic counseling, maybe even alchemic hypnotherapy, have a specialist take a look at that negative ego.”
“I will if you’ll get your head examined.”
“Wanda says you need a good psychic cleansing, you won’t be so irritable.”
“Is that right? She ever take a look at the kitchen? The dishes piling up in the sink…”
“Some things, Big, are more important than others. I’m trying to help you.”
“Why don’t you go someplace else and do it? Like back to Ohio.”
“Wanda Grace says I have to keep trying, use my mediumistic gift to raise your vibration level and you’ll come to know your Higher Self.”
And on that note Bob Gibbs said, “Why don’t you tell that little nigger to mind her own business.”
So frustrated he was admitting her existence. Going on seven years of this because Lea
He did get her a dog from the pound, a tiny brown-and-white hyperactive mutt that yipped and jumped up on your lap, a cute little pup Lea
“Big, how can you eat the flesh of once-living things?”
“Easy, I chew each bite forty times.”
But he didn’t fence off the canal or put in a swimming pool or take her to any Palm Beach society functions where she might start talking like the help and embarrass him.
Was that the sign of a negative ego?
If it was, then maybe he’d better start thinking positive. Instead of not doing anything that would make her want to stay, work on an idea that would get her to leave. Of her own free will, without any hassle, legal complications.
And thought of a way to do it that made him smile it was so simple, sometimes wheeze out loud with delight as he entertained the idea and refined it. But then for months he continued playing with it, taking his time, not quite ready to commit himself…
Until this morning talking to the little-girl probation officer, Kathy Bacar, he realized she was the incentive he needed to get going. Kathy Baker.
He wasn’t sure why at first, but this little girl raised his vibration level, got him feeling energized for the first time in almost a year, since his girlfriend Stephanie moved to Orlando and for a while there he enjoyed a few casual encounters. But, man, it was work getting them from drinks and di
The minute she appeared in his courtroom charged with indecent exposure, jogging topless in John D. MacArthur State Park, he knew this big redheaded girl would fill the bill. She’d said to him in court, “Your Honor, I was doing nothing lewd or indecent.” No, but he’d bet she would if given the chance, a woman he decided then and there had to be full of fun. He fined her two hundred dollars-had to-waited a week, phoned her and said, “How about a couple of hundred-dollar di
Kathy Baker was a different type of girl, more virginal even though she’d been married. He hadn’t really noticed her till she spoke up in court and he decided to chew her out. But then talking to her after changed his mind, seeing this was a good-looking girl up close with a cute figure. She had spunk too. If she was Cuban, so be it; there was a lot of it going around. She might not want to run naked through his garden; still, the garden could be used to soften her up, thinking this little girl would be squirmy and fun in bed. There he was wondering how to get to her and she says she’d worked in mental health. Bingo. All he had to do after that was tell about Lea