Francois Boucher Venus Consoling Love

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shouldn’t,’ said Mrs Cake.’That stuff rots your teeth.’
Windle worked this one out.
‘Two sugars, please,’ he said.
‘ It’s all right.’
‘This is a nice place you have here, Mrs Cake,’ said Windle, his mind racing. Mrs Cake’s habit of answering questions ‘Sorry. Oi gets into the habit of leavin’ it on,’ she said, ‘what with there only bein’ me an’ Ludmilla and One-Man-Bucket. He’s a ghost,’ she added.’Oi knew you was goin’ to ask that.’
‘Yes, I had heard that mediums have native spirit guides,’ said Windle. ‘ ‘Im ‘E ‘s not a guide, ‘e’s a sort of odd-job ghost,’ said Mrs Cake.’I don’t hold with all that stuff with cards and trumpets and Oowhile they were still forming in your mind taxed the most active brain.‘He’s been dead for ten years,’ she said.‘Er,’ said Windle, but the question was already there in his larynx, ‘I trust Mr Cake is in good health?’‘It’s OK. Oi speaks to him occasional,’ said Mrs Cake.‘I’m sorry to hear that,’ said Windle.‘All right, if it makes you feel any better.’‘Um, Mrs Cake? I’m finding it a little confusing. Could you . . . switch off . . . your precognition . . . ?’She nodded.