Chapter Two. Part II.

Chapter Two continued ...

This same evening, Brenda came through to us in a manner that gave the impression that she was sneaking a quick visit. The conversation went like this:

Then, after the briefest of pauses the glass took off at considerable speed. This always meant one thing - that Brenda was back. 

As I've previously stated, each conversation that took place seemed to have its very own set of characteristics. It wasn’t just a case of speed and fluency, there were distinctive nuances of mannerism and feel in the movement of the glass. One thing was certain, no one else moved, or perhaps I should say influenced the glass with the speed that Brenda could. It was very difficult at times to keep up with her. 

I couldn’t actually watch what was happening on the board and at the same time write the letters down that the glass was spelling out. In fact, just writing the letters out as they were being spoken to me by Carol was difficult enough. 

My right hand would rest on the glass while I held the pen with my left. Often, due to the speed of events, my hand would  part company from the glass, and immediately everything would just come to a sudden halt.                    

             

When we originally made our first contact with Brenda she spoke to us in a manner that had a powerful ring of familiarity about it, though some of her expressions were not ones I necessarily had a clear recollection of. 

She would often use the word: “course” (of course) in response to a question, and by now this had become something of a trade mark. That one word became her introduction; her way of letting us know exactly who we were speaking to.

TBC ...