When artist, Nicole Jeffords, learns that a reputable psychic who often works with the police has had a vision that the remains of a fifty-year-old male may be buried under an artist's studio in Austin, she becomes convinced that the studio in quest...
Hello Nicole. I just moved from Atlanta to Miami and work for a pharmaceutical company. I hate my job though it pays very well. Betsy and I grew up in Detroit, not in the best neighborhood, but our father had problems with booze and we were always short of $$$. I attach a childhood photo of Betsy and will get in touch with you again soon.
I opened the attachment and saw a very cute little girl of seven or so. The eyes and mouth were Betsy's. Someone else was in the photo, but she was cropped out. My guess is it was Janet.
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Wow, what was I going to do with this? Since to Betsy the whole story of her past was clearly off limits, I felt as if I had blundered into a forbidden zone, like "inadvertently" opening a drawer in someone's bathroom at a party and seeing a jumble of lipstick, pills, credit card receipts, balled up tissue and candy. All very innocent, though the childhood photo of Betsy seemed like evidence of something – I wasn't sure what, though I had the distinct feeling she was covering up beaucoup de stuff.
Being the uncool person that I am, I wanted to confront her immediately but counseled myself to wait, sit on my hands before shooting out an email or text. Patience has never been my strong suit, and every therapist I've ever seen – including Victor – has had to drill it into my brain that at least twenty-four hours of silence, thought, and meditation is preferable, in my case, to instant messy confrontation and attack.
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In the meanwhile, a few other messy things were going on. Although my stories regularly appear on Facebook, I don't usually put up much personal info other than the odd photo.
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Nicole and her husband, George
During the election cycle last year I got caught up in some of the anti-Hillary threads, and the vitriol and ugliness of attitude and language stunned me. Since Trump's win, the vitriol, lies and stupidity have increased a hundredfold. Who are these monsters who in their normal lives might actually seem like kind, sensible, halfway decent human beings? Well, now I've got one of my own, a troll who's suddenly popped up saying extremely mean and uncharitable things about me. Here's the latest:
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Maybe I should be charged with slander, that's the thing. I was walking a delicate line and I knew it.
