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someone called my name. I looked up to see Iris standing over me. “Hi, Iris,” I said. “Where’s your husband?”
She sat down in the seat opposite me. “He’s gone away for the week, so I thought I’d come here for food. He always cooks.”
“Yes, I’ve come here in search of a decent meal, too,” I said.
“Can I join you?” Iris asked.
“Sure.”
“Is everything all right, Prudence? You look tired.” Iris leaned forward and peered into my face.
“No, not really,” I said. “My agent tells me that most of my shows have been canceled. In fact, the only one that’s booked for sure is the one in Armidale that’s coming up soon.”
Iris looked horrified. “You poor thing! You certainly don’t need to be poor and destitute at your age.”
“Well, I don’t think I’ll be destitute, Iris,” I said, making no attempt to hide my irritation. “And what’s age got to do with it?”
“I’m sorry,” she said insincerely. “I know you don’t like me going on about our ages.”
I nodded. “That’s right; I don’t like any mention of it.”
Iris shrugged. “Okay. I know you don’t like me talking about it, Prudence, but you’re not getting any younger, you know. You do need a man, and what was wrong with that lovely man who came into the coffee shop the other day?”
I snorted rudely. “Do you want me to make you a list?”
Iris narrowed her eyes. “Beggars can’t be choosers. If you had a man, you wouldn’t have money worries.”
“But you have money worries, and you have a husband,” I pointed out.
“No, it’s not the same thing,” Iris said. She was clearly making an effort to be patient. “He makes a lot of money. It’s just that we’ve been spending more lately. We’re not in your situation. If you can’t make a living as a medium, then what on earth can you make money doing? You won’t be able to pay your mortgage, and where will you end up? Out on the streets? You can hardly go and live with your son in Dubai.”
“Iris, I wish you would say something to make me feel better, instead of making me feel upset. Can’t you say anything positive? My father used to say that if you don’t have something nice to say, then don’t say it at all.” I made an effort to make my tone even, even though I was upset.
Iris appeared to take my words well. “Yes, you’re right, Prudence,” she said. “I wish I could give you some good advice. I’ll try to think of some ideas for you to make money.”
“Thanks, that would be great,” I said, glad that she had changed her tune. “My agent thinks it’s only a temporary problem, but I’m beginning to think it’s worse than that. It’s just that I can’t think what else I can do. Ever since my divorce, I’ve been making my living as a medium.”
“You wouldn’t have a big mortgage, would you, on your little house?” Iris asked me.
“No, it’s not a big mortgage, but it is a mortgage, and I’m still a long way from paying it off. And even if I owned my house outright, I still have to eat, and the cats have to eat.”
“I always sell my old clothes on eBay, and I’ve even sold some of the furniture that way too,” Iris said. “I know some people do make a living on eBay, but I don’t know if you could.”
“I don’t know if I could, either,” I admitted. “And I have no idea what sort of things I could sell. Actually, it did occur to me to go thrift diving, and sell those items on eBay. I could store them in the spare room. I wonder if I should start thrift diving now, and build up some stock in readiness.”
“That’s a good idea,” Iris said. “I’ll keep an eye out for you when I go to thrift stores, too.”
I thanked her. “Well, we had better order now so we can get in first,” I said, nodding to the people who had just arrived in the beer garden.
Just then, Alum appeared beside the table. I jumped.
“What’s wrong?” Iris shot me a look of concern.
“I just saw a shimmering light
She sat down in the seat opposite me. “He’s gone away for the week, so I thought I’d come here for food. He always cooks.”
“Yes, I’ve come here in search of a decent meal, too,” I said.
“Can I join you?” Iris asked.
“Sure.”
“Is everything all right, Prudence? You look tired.” Iris leaned forward and peered into my face.
“No, not really,” I said. “My agent tells me that most of my shows have been canceled. In fact, the only one that’s booked for sure is the one in Armidale that’s coming up soon.”
Iris looked horrified. “You poor thing! You certainly don’t need to be poor and destitute at your age.”
“Well, I don’t think I’ll be destitute, Iris,” I said, making no attempt to hide my irritation. “And what’s age got to do with it?”
“I’m sorry,” she said insincerely. “I know you don’t like me going on about our ages.”
I nodded. “That’s right; I don’t like any mention of it.”
Iris shrugged. “Okay. I know you don’t like me talking about it, Prudence, but you’re not getting any younger, you know. You do need a man, and what was wrong with that lovely man who came into the coffee shop the other day?”
I snorted rudely. “Do you want me to make you a list?”
Iris narrowed her eyes. “Beggars can’t be choosers. If you had a man, you wouldn’t have money worries.”
“But you have money worries, and you have a husband,” I pointed out.
“No, it’s not the same thing,” Iris said. She was clearly making an effort to be patient. “He makes a lot of money. It’s just that we’ve been spending more lately. We’re not in your situation. If you can’t make a living as a medium, then what on earth can you make money doing? You won’t be able to pay your mortgage, and where will you end up? Out on the streets? You can hardly go and live with your son in Dubai.”
“Iris, I wish you would say something to make me feel better, instead of making me feel upset. Can’t you say anything positive? My father used to say that if you don’t have something nice to say, then don’t say it at all.” I made an effort to make my tone even, even though I was upset.
Iris appeared to take my words well. “Yes, you’re right, Prudence,” she said. “I wish I could give you some good advice. I’ll try to think of some ideas for you to make money.”
“Thanks, that would be great,” I said, glad that she had changed her tune. “My agent thinks it’s only a temporary problem, but I’m beginning to think it’s worse than that. It’s just that I can’t think what else I can do. Ever since my divorce, I’ve been making my living as a medium.”
“You wouldn’t have a big mortgage, would you, on your little house?” Iris asked me.
“No, it’s not a big mortgage, but it is a mortgage, and I’m still a long way from paying it off. And even if I owned my house outright, I still have to eat, and the cats have to eat.”
“I always sell my old clothes on eBay, and I’ve even sold some of the furniture that way too,” Iris said. “I know some people do make a living on eBay, but I don’t know if you could.”
“I don’t know if I could, either,” I admitted. “And I have no idea what sort of things I could sell. Actually, it did occur to me to go thrift diving, and sell those items on eBay. I could store them in the spare room. I wonder if I should start thrift diving now, and build up some stock in readiness.”
“That’s a good idea,” Iris said. “I’ll keep an eye out for you when I go to thrift stores, too.”
I thanked her. “Well, we had better order now so we can get in first,” I said, nodding to the people who had just arrived in the beer garden.
Just then, Alum appeared beside the table. I jumped.
“What’s wrong?” Iris shot me a look of concern.
“I just saw a shimmering light
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