The Chapters Of Mrs. Winnabury
Sitting stiff backed in her chair, Mrs. Winnaford glared at me. No, Mr. Gambonni,
I do not! I am well aware of you and your theatrics like throwing your voice and
claiming it s your spirit world contact. From what I ve been told, you re an
accomplished ventriloquist. Then, there s your skill as a hypnotist. I suppose you
were going to get me to tell you my code word. Well, it won t work, Mr. Gambonni.
You re a fraud like all the rest. Stunned by her accusations, there was nothing more
for me to do or say other than, Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. Winnaford, but I
think it best that I take my leave. By now, the chair had enveloped me to its fullest,
and I struggled to extricate myself from its entrapment. But dismissing my... Show
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And I have been so dreadfully alone all these years, sister dear. Yes, Em, I know,
and I ve wept for you so often. Mrs. Winnaford turned to me. Mr. Gambonni, why
haven t you had your espresso? My eyes were wide open and my mouth was agape.
Mrs. Winnaford was communicating with her dead sister, Emma, and she was
here, in this room, in the portrait, and looking at me. Contacting the afterlife was
my act, a sham, a way of bilking gullible old ladies, but this was real. I needed
something much stronger than coffee, but having nothing, I gulped the espresso
in one swallow. The bittersweet liquid burned as it traversed my tongue and
flowed down my throat, the worst espresso I ever tasted. Hoping saliva would
neutralize the foul drink, I swallowed again and again to no avail. How did you
like the espresso, Mr. Gambonni? Clearing my throat the best I could, I said,
Unusual. Very odd flavor. What else could I say? It tasted like a brew of copper
pennies and burnt coffee. With the metallic after flavor still lingering, my mouth and
throat were set aflame. Wanting to leave, posthaste, I stood to say my goodbyes, but
my knees buckled, unable to sustain my full weight. The room, the maid, and Mrs.
Winnaford were spinning. As I tried in vain to focus, two of everything swirled and
exchanged positions in front of me. Reaching for something to hold on to, I