Channeling

Josette is banned from most of the cafés in town and has been banned from the Moulin for a month (long story which can't be cut short).  
For some reason the ban was lifted today and up she trotted with a bottle of good Merlot wrapped in brown paper, looking not too shabby in a sailor's top and a good amount of hair on her head.
Once she'd scared Jo, Jasmine, Leila and lizzie out and Nico into the kitchen to make a gratin de blettes, we hunkered down to the business of angels.
Here boy is Gabriel.   I asked her how I'd know who mine was and she said I'd have to come to her bedroom with a candle in the dark and ask the flame to tell me.
I don't remember how we got onto Papa, but she said if I gave her a photo of him she would channel.  The one to hand was Papa in the home guard, Dad's army kinda craic.
He looks good in his uniform.  Fire brigade.  The country fire engines weren't too advanced for their time and still had solid tyres.  
During the blitz they were called up to London, did their bit again and again because the tyres didn't puncture. 
It felt weird Josette holding the photo of Papa.  She said he had high rank (he'd have laughed), she asked where he'd been buried.  His ashes would have had a bit of a giggle at that one. 
I left him in her shaking hands.  There might be something in it.