It was then through Inès' description that an image began flooding Dolly's mind. The ladies could sit and receive readings from Inès while the gentleman played tennis in the lawn; the children could run around, playing schoolyard games until they decided they needed refreshments; and her, the oh-so-humble hostess—it could be perfect as long as the fog didn't cause too much trouble for them!

"Well of course we'll have it here," she agreed with a wave of her hand. "Everyone needs to know where you are so they might find you when needed! If all goes well, you'll have desperate clients knocking on our door in a month's time!" That was probably an over-exaggeration, but still.

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