Story 32 of 100
A Reading.
Yes, I’m definitely feeling a presence here with us, in the audience, it’s a man … no, a woman, … man, woman …. uh, could be more of a hermaphrodite, yeah, strange reading there, I know, but it happens. Yes, I am getting definite masculine yet feminine undertones, starting with the letter S … or maybe R, a Ron, Ronnie, Ronald.
Donald! Yes, definitely a D … Oh, you were saying YOUR name is Donald?
Donald, is there someone close to you who passed whose name started with maybe an M … Pearl? Did I hear Pearl? No? Sorry, must have misheard. Scott? No? John? Surely a John died, could be saying Joe …that’s a common … yes, Joseph, I definitely hear Joseph trying to come through and a color yellow. He loved yellow. Wore yellow.
He was a priest. I see. Not your Joe, then. Yellow, blue, yellow, a yellow… what? Pink? The pink blanket … oh, I see, Joseph wasn’t a Joseph, but a Josie.
You called her Jo, but her name was Josie. Yes. Yes, that’s why I was confused, Josie wasn’t a hermaphrodite but a neutered cat, buried with a pink favorite blanket. OK, Josie wants you know she’s fine, she’s in kitty heaven, she’s purrfectly happy … going for some levity here, folks, trying to lighten the mood, give me a break, it’s like a funeral here. Dead silence. Haha … get it? So, Josie is being a fat cat in kitty ……
