Paul Gauguin Yellow Christ

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‘All right, but see you wipes your feet.’
‘May I come in?’
Windle Poons paused. He replayed the last few lines of conversation in the clicking control room of his brain. And then he smiled. ‘That’s right, ‘ said Mrs Cake.
‘Are you by any chance a natural clairvoyant?’
‘About ten seconds usually, Mr Poons.’
Windle hesitated.
‘You gotta ask the question,’ said Mrs Cake quickly. ‘I gets a migraine if people goes and viciously not asks ‘And you’d like a cup of tea,’ said Mrs Cake to Windle. Someone else might have said ‘I expect you’d like a cup of tea’, or ‘Do you want a cup of tea?’ But this was a statement.questions after I’ve already foreseen ‘em and answered ‘em.’‘How far into the future can you see, Mrs Cake?’She nodded.‘Roight, then,’ she said, apparently mollified, and led the way through the hall into a tiny sitting-room.‘And the bogey can come in, only he’s got to leave ‘is door outside and go in the cellar. I don’t hold with bogeys wanderin’ around the house.’‘Gosh, it’s ages since I’ve been in a proper cellar,’ said Schleppel.‘It’s got spiders in it,’ said Mrs Cake.‘Wow!’
‘Yes, please, ‘ said Windle. ‘I ‘d love a cup of tea.’