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the Euro millions are probably higher and I don’t even buy tickets.  But ask Simon out?  No way! Imagine if he said no?  Just thinking about how humiliating this would be makes my skin prickle with horror. 
    “I don’t think so,” I say.
    “Chicken,” says Susie.
    She’s right.  I’m such a chicken it’s a miracle Colonel Sanders doesn’t coat me in eleven secret spices and serve me up in a KFC bargain bucket.  When it comes to guys I’m useless.  Unlike Susie, who can flirt for England, I just get quieter and quieter.  They probably think I’m really rude when the truth is I’m just shy.
    Dr. Simon Welsh is the newest addition to our faculty. I don’t think anyone’s arrival has ever caused such as stir at the MOL, not even the exhibits for the Tutankhamen exhibition!  Not only does he have very recent field experience and an impressive list of published papers behind him but he’s also Calvin Klein model gorgeous.  When he was introduced at his first department meeting our Departmental Assistant, Dawn, was practically drooling all over the minutes and her eyelids batting so much she looked deranged.  Even our secretary looked flustered and gave him all the custard creams.  I’d kept my face impassive and listened intently to Dr. Welsh’s presentation but I hadn’t heard a word because I’d been far too busy sneaking glimpses at those sleepy denim blue eyes and his slow, sexy smile.  When a lock of corn coloured hair flopped across his face I had to practically sit on my hands to stop myself leaping forward to brush it away.
    So for weeks I’ve been a nervous wreck.  I’ve done my best to avoid Simon but on the few occasions we have met my tongue’s turned itself into a pretzel and I‘ve hardly been able to say a word.  Which is ridiculous.  I’m twenty-nine!  Surely I’ll be back to normal soon?
    “Anyway, never mind Simon,” continues Susie, who knows me well enough not to push the issue. “I’m your oldest friend and as such I deserve some quality time.  You even blew me out on my birthday last week so you have some serious grovelling to do.”
     “I was working!”
     “That’s a crap excuse but because I love you I’m going to let you off,” she says sternly. “But on one condition.”
    Susie’s conditions are not for the faint hearted.  The last one involved me tackling a pile of ironing so high that NASA could have used it for the Mars mission.
     “Which is?”
    My best friend reaches into her bag and pulls out two tickets.  Passing one to me she says quickly, “Annie from work got them for my birthday but she’s going away and I really don’t want to go on my own.  Please come with me, Cleo!  Please!”
     “Lilac Delaney: An evening of clairvoyance and mediumship,” I read. “No way, Susie. You have got to be joking.”
     “Come on, Cleo, please!  You’re always letting me down.”
     “Just because I don’t always want to join in your social whirl doesn’t mean I’m letting you down.  I pay all my bills and the rent on time, don’t I?  And who bailed you out last month when you’d forgotten to pay the council tax and spent the money on some ridiculous new bag?”
     “It was really funky,” mutters Susie, looking guilty.
    “So you get a funky bag and I get to pay the council tax?  I think that makes me the world’s best flat mate.”
    “You’d be an even better one if you came to see Lilac Delaney with me.   What have you got to lose?  It’s not as though you actually believe in any of it.” Susie narrows her blue eyes thoughtfully. “Unless you’re scared that something’ll happen and you’ll be proved wrong, Dr. Cleo oh so skeptical Carpenter?”
    “Hardly,” I snort.  “I just don’t want to see you get ripped off, that’s all.  And before you say it I know you believe this woman’s genuine, you poor deluded girl.”
    “So prove me wrong?  If we go and it’s total bollocks I promise I’ll agree with you,