Mary Elizabeth and her husband Lawrence were gregarious, convivial individuals. People easily succumbed to their charming, warm and inviting ways. So, it was, though not without reservation, that they eventually became an integral part of the landscape that defined Bournemouth. And, Mary Elizabeth, a psychic, medium, and spiritualist, became fondly known in the community by the nickname Queenie after the queen consort.
Her ‘special gifts’ unexpectedly expanded. Haste was a virtue to her way of thinking. The very thought that haste made waste was outside her immediate experience. When Lawrence encouraged her to slow down and had pointed out that she had become more accident prone, she dismissed it as a ridiculous observation. That is, until she fell down the flight of stairs in her two-story home. Rushed to hospital, she remained unconscious for two months.
During her convalescence, her usual dreamscape changed. She discovered that within days of her dreams, the events she dreamt about showed up in the news. The frequency of occurrence convinced her that this was no lucky coincidence. Turning this newly found gift into a monetary venture was never in question for Mary Elizabeth or Lawrence. What was in question was how to safeguard it since they had no idea how long lasting her ability would be.