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the living room. I see what you’re getting at. Maybe you can find something in her bedroom that I’ve never seen. Describe it to me in detail, and I’ll tell them what it is.”
    “ You’re pretty smart for a woman who wears black lipstick and nail polish. ”
    “I’m not wearing the black lipstick today, in case you didn’t notice. I try to be more conservative when I visit the museum.”
    Chad laughed.
    Morgaine rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Get on with it, please.”
    “ I’ve already been in there. Tell her she left the top drawer open in her bedside table and there are three things in it: a box of tissues, a book, and a long plastic cylinder. Bright pink. ”
    “Good. That’s very specific.” Morgaine faced Roz. “He said you left your bedside table drawer open. There’s a book, a box of tissues, and some kind of pink plastic cylinder in it.”
    Roz’s jaw dropped and she turned bright red.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “ Oh, and extra batteries. I forgot to mention them. ”
    Roz coughed and composed herself. “Nothing. Tell him to look for something else.”
    Chad was laughing hysterically.
    “Chad, what did you do?”
    “ Can I help it if she likes to read erotica and keeps a vibrator handy? ”
    Morgaine dropped her head in her hands. She straightened, took a deep breath, and tried again. “Chad, cut the shit. Now find something else, and don’t embarrass the poor woman.”
    Konrad smiled.
    “ Okay, I’m going into her closet. Never mind. It’s dark in there. I’ll try the bathroom. ”
    Morgaine waited and tapped her foot. Roz folded her hands and bit her lower lip.
    “ Here’s something. It’s behind the shower curtain, so unless you’ve taken a shower with her— ”
    “Of course I haven’t. Now tell me what you’re seeing.”
    “ She has about a dozen bath products. One of those natural sponges, a purple washcloth, a set of red plastic bottles with all kinds of perfumey…Aaa-cho. ”
    “Goddess bless you.”
    Roz tipped her head, and the furrow between her brows deepened.
    “Okay, he said there’s a loofah, a purple washcloth, and a set of bath products in red bottles behind your shower curtain. He seems to be allergic to them.”
    “ Not really, but I was allergic to all kinds of stuff when I was alive. Sneezing is just a force of habit I guess. ”
    Konrad rose. “Roz? Morgaine? Do you want to check his information?”
    “No, it sounds pretty accurate,” Roz said. “You two can look if you want to.”
    Konrad smiled. “I’ll admit, I’m curious. You wouldn’t mind?”
    “Be my guest.”
    Morgaine stayed seated. “I’ll wait here just in case there’s other stuff in there he can describe.”
    Roz shrugged. “No need to. I’m satisfied that you’re really communicating with a…a—”
    “Spirit,” Morgaine supplied.
    Roz shivered.
    Konrad rejoined them. “Well, I’ll be damned. It’s exactly like he said.” Then he strolled over to Roz and bumped her playfully. “No wonder you smell like cinnamon, spice, and everything nice. That’s the fragrance in those bottles.”
    Roz rolled her eyes. “Okay, buddy. I’ve been embarrassed enough for one day.” She turned to Morgaine. “You said you’re a medium. Can Chad speak through you?”
    “Yes, we’ve done it. Neither of us likes it very much, but he might be willing to give you a quick demonstration.”
    “I’d like to see it,” she said.
    “Chad, are you okay with that?”
    “ Ugh. If I must. You have no idea how disgusting it is to push myself down through your gray matter so I can use your brain, lungs, and vocal cords. ”
    “It’s no picnic for me either.”
    “ Although it might be fun to say things you can’t censor…like the juicy sex scene she was reading last night. ”
    Morgaine sighed. “Chad, behave yourself. We don’t need to hear about Roz’s reading material.”
    “You know what?” Roz said. “I don’t really need to hear him speak. If I go to the museum with you, I’ll