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Madame sat at the table.

– Sit down, – she said to Miranda and pointed to the chair opposite her.

Miranda dutifully sat down. Aiden stood right behind Madame.

– Mister … – not turning to him said madam.

– Davis. Aiden Davis, – said the man.

– Miste Davis, – said madam, – I see your skepticism… Do you believe in something or not – it’s your right. But I will ask you not to interfere with my work.

– As you say, – said Aiden.

– And be so kind, please, move away from me. – said madam.

Aiden stepped away a little and took a few steps back so as to see at least part of Madame Josephine’s face. Although he was very worried about Miranda and understood that what was happening now was just necessary for her, he also understood very well that this Madame psychic was just an ordinary charlatan. “At least she can somehow calm Miranda” – he hoped.

Aiden crossed his arms on the chest and began to observe what was happening.

The fat woman shifted in her chair and, sitting comfortably, took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

– Let’s get started, – looking at Miranda she said.

The girl nodded approvingly. Then Madame Josephine brought her hands with huge rings and with long bright red nails to the crystal ball and closed her eyes. Deathly silence reigned around. Madame sat like this for about a minute. Then, without opening her eye, she began to drive her hands over the ball and moaned.

– Mmmmm… Mmmmmm…

Aiden even closed his mouth with his hand holding back his laughter. And Miranda, wide-eyed, watched the woman with interest.

– I see! – opening her eyes, suddenly the woman said loudly in her otherworldly voice.

Miranda, in surprise, even jumped on a chair.

– I see, – repeated madam.

Madame Josephine looked straight at Miranda, but did not seem to see her. As if she was looking through the girl somewhere in space. And from this Miranda was a little uncomfortable.

– What? What do you see? – she asked quietly.

– I see a young woman on fire … – said madam.

– Oh my God… Carey … – Miranda breathed softly.

– Fire… Fire everywhere…

– Can you see what happened? – the girl asked with hope.

– I see a short young woman… Short dark hair… Brown eyes… Carolyn… Her name is Carolyn… I see… I see…

– What? What?

– She takes a plastic bottle with a flammable liquid… Drenches herself… Matches… Where are the matches? She is looking for… Looking for… Found… In the box is one single match… She gets a match… Striking a match on the box… Fire… Fire everywhere… She screams… It hurts… It hurts…

– Enough, please, stop! – suddenly Miranda screamed and covered her ears with her palms.

Aiden wanted to rush to her, but Madame was silent, and he stopped.

Madame stared at the girl.

– Does she come to you?

– Yes, yes, she comes to me, – Miranda nodded her head.

– Does she show you something? Does she speak? Why does she come to you?

– I don’t know… I don’t know… She… She seems to blame me for her death…

– But you are not to blame for her death.

– Not. I do not know… Sometimes I feel that I am guilty. Carolyn was my best friend!

– She blames you for her death because you blame yourself, – said madam. – You need to let her go so she can safely go to the world of spirits.

– Let her go? How?

– You need to talk to Carolyn.

– But how … – Miranda wanted to say something, but Madame interrupted her.

– Give me your hands, – she said and, across the table, stretched out her arms to the girl.

Miranda put her hands in the hands of Madame.

– Close your eyes, – said madam. – Close your eyes and think about Carolyn. This will help her to enter my body for a while, and you can talk to her.

Miranda closed her eyes and began to think about her deceased friend. A few minutes passed. But Miranda did not even notice how time flew by. And Aiden was looking forward to what happens next.

– Miranda … – suddenly said madam not in her own voice.

The girl opened her eyes and looked at the woman. She looked at her too.

– Carolyn? – the girl asked.

– It’s me, Miranda, – Madame replied and squeezed the hands of the girl a little.

– Ah, Carey…

Tears flowed from Miranda’s eyes.

– I’m so sorry… So sorry… I am so guilty… If it were not for me, you would not have bought this unfortunate apartment. Who knows, maybe then you would not do what you did…

– It would have happened anyway, – Madame speak not in her own voice. – This is not your fault, Miranda.

– Carey, honey, please tell me what happened then? Why did you do this? – the girl begged.

– That i can’t tell you, – answered madam.

– Please, Carolyn, tell me.

– Why didn’t you help me, Miranda? – suddenly asked madam. – I called you…

– I… I did not hear… I really did not hear… Forgive me, my dear Carey. I love you so much. Please forgive me, – the girl was crying.

– I have to go…

– No, no, Carolyn, wait! – Miranda cried out.

– I forgive you, Miranda, – said madam and let go of the girl’s hands.

– Carey, Carey…

– She left, – said Madame Josephine in her otherworldly voice. – Carolyn is gone. She won’t bother you again.

Miranda sighed heavily.

– What a pity she didn’t tell me why she did that.

– Some things must remain inside us, – said madam.

– Yes, maybe, – the girl agreed.

– Mister Davis, – the woman called loudly.

– Yes, madam, – he responded.

– Be so kind, turn on the light.

– Yes, madam, – he meekly said, and after a few seconds the room was as bright as day.

Madame extinguished the candles.

– My work here is finished, – she said and rose from the chair.

– Thank you, thank you, – Miranda thanked her while the woman put her magical things back in her bag.

– You’re welcome, Miss Morton. I did what I could.

– You helped me a lot, Madame Josephine, – said Miranda and handed her money.

Madame took the money. She put the money in the bag and closed it. Then she put her hand in her pocket and took out her business card.

– Here, take it, – said the woman and handed the business card to Miranda. – If you will need anything else – call me.

– Once again, thank you very much, – taking a business card said Miranda.

The girl escorted Madame Josephine to the door and a few minutes later returned to the living room. There, at the table where Madame had just sat, sat Aiden. He had some paper in his hands.

– You know, I almost believed her, – he said to Miranda who entered the room.

– What are you talking about? – she asked in confusion.

– Sit down, – said Aiden, and the girl sat opposite him.

– What is the problem? – she asked.

The man put in front of her the paper that he was holding.

– What is it? – asked Miranda.

– This is a newspaper clipping, – he explained.

– So what?

– And the fact that this article is about what happened to Carolyn. And this clipping fell out of the pocket of your almighty Madame Josephine, when she took out a business card.

– Oh my God, – exhaled Miranda and clutched her head with both hands, – What a fool I am!

– We are both fools, – grinned Aiden.

– And I so thanked her… This… This…

– Charlatan, – Aiden finished for her.

– Exactly, – Miranda nodded her head. – Do you know how much money she took?!

– I can imagine, – said Aiden, – But this show was worth it, – he smiled.