Contents

MEGAN

AND THE

MAYORESS

OWEN JONES

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The Psychic Megan Series

DEDICATION

INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES

CONTENTS

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

1 MEGAN AND THE MAYORESS

2 THE END OF TERM BALL

3 THE MAYORAL ELECTION

4 FRIENDSHIP BLOSSOMS

5 WACINHINSHA

GLOSSARY

THE DISALLOWED

MEGAN

AND THE

MAYORESS

A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger and One Scary Mother!

by

OWEN JONES

Copyright © August 28th 2023 Owen Jones

Megan and The Mayoress

by Owen Jones

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Other novellas in the same series:

The Psychic Megan Series

A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger and One Scary Mother!

The Misconception

Megan’s Thirteenth

Megan’s School Trip

Megan’s School Exams

Megan’s Followers

Megan and the Lost Cat

Megan and the Mayoress

Megan Faces Derision

Megan’s Grandparents Visit

Megan’s Father Falls Ill

Megan Goes on Holiday

Megan and the Burglar

Megan and the Cyclist

Megan and The Old Lady

Megan’s Garden

Megan Goes To The Zoo

Megan Goes Hiking

Megan and the W. I. Cookery Competition

Megan Goes Riding

Megan Goes Yachting

Megan at Carnival

Megan at Christmas

Megan Catches Covid-19

DEDICATION

This edition is dedicated to my wife, Pranom Jones, for making my life as easy as she can and she does a great job of it.

Karma will repay everyone in just kind.

INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES

“I do not seek to walk in the paths of the wise men of old, I seek what they sought”.

Matsuo Bhutto

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Great Spirit, whose voice is on the wind, hear me. Let me grow in strength and knowledge.

Make me ever behold the red and purple sunset. May my hands respect the things you have given me.

Teach me the secrets hidden under every leaf and stone, as you have taught people for ages past.

Let me use my strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy, myself.

Let me always come before you with clean hands and an open heart, that as my Earthly span fades like the sunset, my Spirit shall return to you without shame.

(Based on a traditional Sioux prayer)

CONTENTS

Acknowledgements

1 Megan and The Mayoress

2 The End of Term Ball

3 The Mayoral Election

4 Friendship Blossoms

5 Wacinhinsha

Glossary

The Disallowed

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

Thanks are due to the artist who designed the cover for me,

Jacqueline Chavarria, and GetCovers who produced the end result

1 MEGAN AND THE MAYORESS

Sam Jones’ article in the local paper, ‘The Herald’, about how Megan had found the mayoress’ cat, caused quite a stir in the local community, although Megan was only aware of it in as much as it affected her at school on the Friday following its publication on Thursday afternoon.

Sam had reported honestly what Megan had said, so she didn’t have a problem with that, but she was glad that it came out at the end of the week, so that she had all weekend to work out how to deal with her new-found particular form of fame, although no-one had said anything bad about her or the article so far.

Her close friends were all mellow with the situation because she had been talking to most of them about her beliefs and supernatural powers for six or seven years already. Some had even said that they were capable of them too, although none of them had proved any ability to Megan, not that she thought any the worse of them for it.

She realised even at that tender age of thirteen that some people had to conform and that some that may have had a glimmer, might have had it knocked out of them as her mother and grandmother had tried to knock it out of her.

She did not condemn her friends for that, but she did feel sorry for them despite Wacinhinsha having said that all is Karma, so pity was irrelevant.

None of the teachers mentioned the article either and nor did her mother when she got home from school, although she could see that she had read it, because the paper was lying on the table open to the article.

She was glad that Fate had taken a hand in outing her as a psychic person, she was not ashamed of it, quite the contrary.

Her mother’s face looked as if the world had caved in, but she was battling with inner demons of her own making, or possibly of her own mother’s making, but obviously she had not been strong enough to stand up for herself.

Megan had though, and still had to. Even at thirteen she knew what she believed in and she knew that none of her friends, family or school teachers thought the same way. She was beginning to realise that it might not be a good idea to tell everyone what she believed in straight away, but on the other hand she was not ashamed of it either.

Her main problem was that she had no Earthly friends that she could talk to about her beliefs, although her dead friends were taking up the slack admirably.

She had no fear of people who might ridicule her because she had already had that all her life from her mother and grandmother. Megan was actually excited about having her father know about her, because at least he seemed interested in a positive way and so did the mayoress for that matter.

In fact, within the land of the corporeal, Mrs. Williams was her closest ally and Megan was looking forward to getting to know her better. She was not in awe of the mayoress’’ station in life after meeting her, because she had been such a friendly, kind lady. She was like the grandmother that she had never had.

Her father’s parents were very good to her, but she rarely saw them as they lived a fair distance away in West Wales, near St. David’s. Not only that, but she had no idea what their beliefs were. She could see from her father’s Aura that he was open to the suggestion of Spirit and perhaps even more than that, and he may have got that from his parents.

He had defended her since the time she had outed herself to the mayoress and thenceforth to the town and possibly even the world.

Her father read the article at the tea table while Megan was sitting opposite him, but Suzanne was still in the kitchen.

“It is a fascinating story, Megan, could we have a chat about it later? What say we do a spot of gardening after tea?”

“Yes, Dad, that would be fun, I haven’t helped you in the garden for ages, have I?”

After tea, Megan helped her mother clear the table and put things away, while her father changed his office clothes for his gardening gear. When he came back down, he said:

“I think I’ll do an hour of gardening, Suz. Now that the Spring is really here, there are a few things to do to give the garden a good start. Do you fancy giving me a hand, Megan, when you’ve finished helping your mother?”

“Sure, Dad, if Mam has nothing else for me to do.”

“No, I just want to put my feet up and watch some TV. You go ahead.”

Megan and her father went to the garden shed where they exchanged their shoes for Wellington boots.

“Have you read the article yourself, Megan?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“What did you think of it?”

“It is what happened. It’s what I told Sam, the reporter, so it is accurate.”

“I see. Has your mother or anyone else spoken to you about it yet?”

“No, Dad, but it only came out this afternoon, didn’t it, so no-one at school had read it, as far as I know. I don’t know about now though. Maybe I have a few messages, although I’m not expecting much. All my friends know what I’m like and have done for years.”

“Yes, I suppose so, but have you ever thought about the consequences of telling everyone what you are capable of?”

“No, Dad, I can’t say that I have ever given it much thought. I have known for years that Mam was not happy with it, and I suppose that I just carried on, but stopped telling her about what I was doing.”

“Yes, but now that you are a little older, aren’t you at all worried that people will laugh at you or think that you are, er, strange?”

“No, Dad. I may be, or appear to be different from most people, but that is only because I talk about it. Lots of people can do what I can do and everyone is capable of it. Many people can do a lot more too.

“A lot of it is just a question of practice, and the confidence that people won’t laugh at you.”

“You say that a lot of people can do what you can do, but how many do you know? Name one.”

“Mmm, well, no-one you know, Dad.”

“Kids at school?”

“Some used to say that they could, but I’m not sure. They don’t mention it any more.”

“So, who then? Not, er, dead people, eh?”

“Yes, dead people, but ‘dead’ is one of those words that means different things to different people, isn’t it? It is not a very helpful word, unless you define it every time you use it.

“It’s like ‘too’ as in ‘don’t eat too many toffees’. How many? Three, four, twenty? The word ‘dead’ to me, means ‘without a solid body’, but the spirit is still alive. I’m not sure what ‘dead’ means to you or Mam, but despite what she says, I think that Mam believes the same as I do.

“What do you believe, Dad?”

“I’m not quite sure, Megan, to be perfectly honest with you, but perhaps I think like you do too. As you know, my parents used to have a farm. It was miles from anywhere and although they were brought up Catholics, they are not your typical Catholics. They became Protestant.

“Many country people are not typical in that sense. Country folk tend to have more, er, traditional beliefs, shall we say. They tend to be more superstitious as well. I suppose I often heard my parents talking about such things as you believe in when I was a child, but I seem to have grown out of it.”

“Maybe that was Mam’s influence. She has been trying to silence me for ten years too… and her mother tried to as well.”

“You could be right there, your Mam definitely does not like to talk about that sort of thing, does she? How do you mean, she tried to silence you?”

“I just knew that she didn’t like talking about it. She would tell me not to be silly and that sort of thing…” Megan half-lied.

“Yes, I know what you mean, but you mustn’t be too hard on her, Megan, she had a very strict Catholic upbringing from her mother, although her father was a lovely, quiet man. I don’t think he was brought up a Catholic, but he was made to convert before Grandma was allowed to marry him. That’s how it used to be in their day.

“They, or she, your mother’s mother, tried to get me to convert too, but I refused. It’s not so important these days.

“So, don’t think too harshly of her, Megan, she’s afraid, that’s all.”

“I don’t think harshly of her, Dad. I have lived with this all my life and I have been conscious of what they have thought for eight or ten years. I don’t have a problem with what Mam believes and never have had really, although I admit that it was a lot more difficult in the beginning, because I just couldn’t understand why she was behaving like that.

“I thought that everyone was like me, and so it seemed strange that she would try to shut me up. Then, a few years ago, I sensed her fear and I began to feel sorry for her.”

“Well done, Megan, one question though, why didn’t you ever come to me, talk to me about what was happening to you?”

“I think I tried to once or twice, Dad, although nowhere near as often as I tried to with Mam. I don’t know why…” She thought for a few seconds, “No, I don’t know why. I suppose it’s just that I spend much more time with Mam and thought that if she wasn’t interested then neither would you be.”

It wasn’t the truth, but she hoped that it sounded convincing. The truth was that she was frightened that if she had gone to her father, the whole truth would have come out about the coal cellar and the name-calling, and that that might have led to fights and possibly even divorce. She had not wanted to have separated parents, because her mother would have had custody of her and she didn’t want to live alone with her mother. God only knew what that would have been like, but surely far worse than what she had had to put up with as it was.

“So, what are your plans now then, Megan?”

“I don’t have any, Dad, but I hope that we will be going to the ‘Mayoress’’ End of Term Ball’ on Saturday, that’s all. I suppose I’ll post the article to my friends and put it on my blog too, if that’s all right by you.”

“It’s all right by me, Megan, but I wouldn’t bother telling your mother about it, if I were you. It might sound like you are rubbing her nose in it.”

“No, I hadn’t planned on doing that.”

“Good, lets go in now. It has been a very useful chat. We should do it more often and if we had, perhaps this whole situation would never have arisen and that is my fault, not yours. I apologise for that, Megan, my only excuse is that one day you were a child and it seemed that the next day you were not. I took my eye off the ball and didn’t realise. It won’t happen again though, I promise.”

“Don’t worry about it, Dad. I’m not complaining, but it has been really nice talking to you like this.”

“And don’t you worry either, Cinders, you will go to the ball. Between you and me, your mother wouldn’t miss it for the world and neither would I.”

“It was almost dark when they went in. Suzanne either was, or was pretending to be, asleep on the couch in front of the TV, so Robert sat down in one of the armchairs and Megan went up to her room on the pretext of having homework to complete, but the real reason was that she was dying to send the newspaper article to Rod and her school friends.

2 THE END OF TERM BALL

On Saturday morning, the day of the ‘Mayoress’ End of Term Ball’, Megan started receiving lots of messages about the article – the scan of Sam’s newspaper piece – that she had posted to her blog. She was particularly pleased that she had not had a single negative comment from anyone that she knew, although there were a few ‘silly’ comments from strangers calling her a witch, a liar and a freak. However, name-calling like that didn’t bother her in the slightest. She didn’t know them and they didn’t know her, so as far as she was concerned, they had no right to be so rude.

Rod had replied to her call to read the article and had ‘liked’ it, which she found disappointing, but he later sent a message saying that he had found her ‘New Age’ beliefs ‘very interesting’. She had not been too thrilled with that either, but she remembered what Wacinhinsha and even her father had said about Gramps and Grandma.

She understood that Rod did not have to have the same beliefs as she did, just because she liked him, but she felt disappointed, nevertheless. She decided to ask Wacinhinsha whether it would be all right to post some articles on her spiritual beliefs, in the hope that Rod would read them and see the sense of what she was talking about.

However, deep down she knew that Rod, and everyone else, was on his own as far as his spiritual development was concerned and that, until he realised it for himself, saying that he agreed meant nothing.

She still wanted him to realise it soon though.

Megan was woken out of her reverie by a knock on her door.

“We’re leaving in five minutes, if you’re still coming with us.” It was her mother. They still hadn’t really spoken since the previous Tuesday, when she had given Sam the press interview, but Megan could feel that her mother’s attitude was softening.

On the Monday and the Tuesday, there had been a lot of anger – a lot of grey and black - in Suzanne’s Aura, but the yellow of love was winning, even if it was still tinged with too much pride to admit that she was wrong.

“I’m coming now, Mam, won’t be a sec,” she called back, then she put her shoes on and went downstairs.

Megan usually went on the Saturday morning shopping expeditions, but this one was special, because it was the last chance to get everything they needed for the ball. They had been given free tickets, otherwise they would have cost twenty-five pounds each. All seats at the ‘Mayoress’ End of Term Ball’ were by invitation only, but usually people had to pay for the privilege of having been invited.

Because of Megan’s friendship with her ladyship though, the Evans’ were given complimentary tickets. Due to the bad atmosphere in the house, Robert had told Suzanne that she could have the seventy-five they had saved for a new dress, if she wanted and Suzanne had jumped at the offer, although she was still pretty grumpy.

Nothing had been promised to Megan, but she didn’t need anything and had the reward money anyway. Robert didn’t need anything either. Megan thought she might treat herself to some perfume, and was prepared to spend up to twenty-five, if she could find anything she really liked. It was a quarter of the reward money that the mayoress had given her for finding her cat.

At the mall, the security guard said hello and wished them well as he always had done since he had met them, when Megan had helped catch a thief there. He also referred to the article in the paper.

“Well done, Megan, that’s a very enviable gift you have there. I wish I had it. It would help me to catch more thieves and maybe get me a promotion.”

Megan and her father had smiled and passed friendly comments. They liked the amiable man.

Megan stuck close to her mother and tried to start several conversations, most of which got only one or two word answers. However, when it came to choosing her new dress for the evening’s dinner dance, she actually asked Megan for her opinion.

“Which one do you prefer, Megan, this one or that?”

“Can we see them on you, Mam, they are both beautiful and I think you’d look great in either of them, but if it has to be one or the other, we’ll need to see you wearing them, won’t we, Dad?”

“Oh, definitely. Yes, definitely!”

Suzanne modelled both dresses for them. Megan liked the second one more and Robert had agreed, although Megan had seen that he had liked the first one more really. She knew that he had agreed with her for the sake of unity - – a kind of solidarity.

It had worked too because Suzanne had chosen the second gown and seemed to perk up no end as they left the shop. The proceedings were to start at seven thirty, so when they got home, they still had five hours to go. It was quite a tense time for the three of them, because it was not the type of function that they were accustomed to attending.

When the time came to leave, the ladies looked beautiful, Suzanne in her new dress and Megan in the dress that she had been given for her thirteenth birthday, a few months earlier. She also wore her dragon brooch and moonstone ring. Robert wore a dinner jacket with a black tie. They decided to take a taxi so that there would be no problem with drinking and driving and booked it to pick them up at twelve fifteen, as the dance finished at midnight, and Robert and Suzanne were always two of the last to leave, since they didn’t go out often.

Megan and Suzanne were both quite nervous when they arrived, but Robert’s sang-froid gave them confidence, as did Mrs. Williams’ sincere and friendly greeting when they entered the hall.

“Good evening, to you, Megan, and to you, Suzanne, so nice to see you again. And you must be Mr. Evans, or may I call you Robert? It is lovely to meet you. Please go with this nice young man who will show you to your table. We’ll have a cosy chat later when I’ve seen everyone in.”

Their table was right at the front, just off to the left. The top table was centre in front of them and the dance floor was beyond that next to the stage.

As they sat at their table and looked around, they were surrounded by people they knew, but not socially. There were local politicians, shopkeepers, builders, factory managers and all sorts of local dignitaries - people they knew far better from the newspaper than in person.

Then it occurred to Suzanne that most of these people would have recognised Megan from the newspaper article, but would only be guessing who she and Robert were. Megan was the celebrity at their table and she began to feel proud of her daughter, especially when some people actually nodded to her in recognition.