I was just drifting off to sleep last night when my bedroom filled with a strange, ethereal light. I raised my head from the pillow to look out the window thinking that maybe something supernatural had engulfed Uxbridge. But no... it was a visit from Doris Stokes. She stood by the bottom of the bed. The conversation went like this:
DORIS: Greetings Gene. I bring you a message from the Ascended Masters on the Seventh Plane.
GENE: Fire away Doris. I'm listening.
DORIS; The Ascended Masters feel you are neglecting your old friend Detterling and they request you put this right forthwith.
GENE: But Doris, Detterling on 29th December 2017 wrote me the most abusive message imaginable and ended our friendship. As you know I did everything possible to be friendly with the old boy - even offering to act as an emissary in bringing about reconciliation between the aging pseud and his estranged nephew.
DORIS: Nevertheless Gene that is the message from the Ascended Masters. See what you can do to bring Detters back to your acquaintance.
GENE: Fine Doris. However I feel that the old boy may now have developed Alzheimer's.
He may not know who Gene is anymore.
DORIS: You will have eternal reward if you bring him back.
GENE: Okay Doris. Let the Ascended Masters know that I will do my best to take care of the pompous windbag. I will also take care of Delia. Fellini will see to that! Tee! Hee! Hee! Hee!
DORIS: Now Gene, behave. We'll have none of that. Bye Gene.
GENE: Bye Doris.
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| DORIS STOKES |
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