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“And that in itself is suspicious,” Geraldine said. “Who in their right mind would leave London? It<br />
is the very pearl of civilization.”<br />
“Two daughters,” Emma said thoughtfully. “Did she mention them by name?”<br />
But as Marjorie regretfully shook her head, the doorbell rang.<br />
“Answer it, please, Emma,” Geraldine said. “Gage is in the kitchen.”<br />
“You really must get him some help,” Tess said distractedly. “Your social life is a whirlwind, Gerry,<br />
and it’s inhumane to expect that one poor man to handle it all. And whoever can that be at the door? I<br />
thought our party was complete.”<br />
“Not quite,” said Geraldine. “I invited Madame Renata.” As three questioning faces turned toward<br />
her, she hastened to explain. “Oh, I know she can be quite odd and that some have found her séances<br />
to be more… more theatrical than the occasion requires. But I believe she is a gifted medium, as<br />
skilled at her profession as Trevor is at his. And Emma dear, you needn’t tell him I said that.”<br />
“How much of the situation did you explain to Madame Renata?” Emma asked. “She will likely use<br />
any information you told her in order to concoct exactly the sort of answers she knows we crave.<br />
These people make their living by feeding on the false hopes of the desperate.”<br />
“I told her nothing, except that we sought guidance in the matter of a young girl,” Geraldine said<br />
briskly, “and please dear, wipe that outraged expression off your face and go open the door. We can’t<br />
leave the poor woman standing in the frost all night.”<br />
****<br />
“We call upon the voices of all women,” Madame Renata intoned. “The women who were wronged,<br />
betrayed, used for another’s selfish pleasures and then abandoned. The women who trusted unworthy<br />
men and paid the price. We summon them all here, to make a protective circle around our table.”<br />
“The room is likely to get rather crowded,” Emma whispered to Marjorie, who giggled. Geraldine<br />
shot her a warning look across the table, before obediently bowing her head as if she were in church.<br />
“Let us join hands, my sisters,” Madame Renata intoned. Her head was swathed in a bright colored<br />
cloth that reminded Emma of the Caribbean women she sometimes saw in the marketplace and her<br />
hands were encrusted with jewels of every hue. The rings were most likely fakes, just like their<br />
owner, and the overall effect was more than a bit ridiculous. But she supposed at this point, they had<br />
little to lose.<br />
The five women sitting around the small oak table joined hands. The room was dark, save for a<br />
single candle, and silent, save for the fact that Tess was already sobbing softly. Marjorie squeezed<br />
her mother’s hand and closed her eyes.<br />
“The women are with us,” Madame Renata said. “They have heard the cries of our hearts. They<br />
come in their crowns, in their robes, in their scarlet capes…”<br />
A sudden chill ran over Emma. Scarlet capes?<br />
“They stand with us,” Madame Renata continued in her sing-song voice. “Mary, Anne…”