“Samuel John Goodrich, I command you to appear.”
I jerked and stared at my grandmother. As easy as that she’d gotten Molly to leave and was on to the next one! She smiled over at me. “Keira, would you like to try it?” When my mouth fell open, she continued. “I’m here to help, don’t worry. He’s talked to you, so that will help.”
I sat forward and waited silently for Sam to make himself known. Maybe I needed to run upstairs and get my camera. He’d liked playing with it, the little bugger. “Sam? Please come to us.” My voice was tentative. Would he appear?
A thud came from the stairs followed by three more. I jumped in my seat and then spun to peer at the doorway, where the noise had originated. A red and blue rubber ball rolled in from the hall and across the floor, coming to a standstill at my foot. The air began to warp and shimmer and his shape took form. It was the same little boy, I’d encountered in my room. The same striped shirt, the jeans and the tow-blonde hair which went everywhere but flat on his head. But his face was blank, like he was totally surprised to be there. He looked around the room and then his wide-eyed gaze turned to me.
The poor child was terrified.
“Sam? Don’t be afraid. I want to help you, not hurt you.” It was no wonder he was frightened. He’d been kept a prisoner in the attic and when he was finally free of it, he’d landed in the twenty-first century. It would be like setting foot on Mars. I gazed into his eyes, feeling my own well with fresh tears. To be so young and die without the freedom of ever being outside, playing in the sun. Whatever was on the other side of that curtain had to be better than what he was going through right then.
I left my seat and approached him. I know I should have been frightened, but I wasn’t—not the slightest.
“You’re free now Sam. You can leave.” I glanced to where The Veil still shimmered and gently wafted. “It’s there, Sam. Go through now.”
His eyes spanned wide. “No! I’m not allowed to leave. You don’t understand!” His hand streaked out and icy fingers grasped mine. “I’ll be good! Just let me stay!”
Tears burned my eyes and my hand curled tighter on his. “You are a good boy. That’s why you have to leave. You deserve more than this. There’s no place for you here. Your family is behind that curtain, waiting for you.”
It was exactly the wrong thing to say. His head shook from side to side and there was abject terror on his face. His hands tore at my arms, clinging to me, making my skin almost freeze.
GM was on her feet extending her hand to rest on his shoulder. “Sam. They can’t hurt you anymore. Your favorite sister, Irene, is over there. She wants to play tag with you.” She grasped his hand and pulled it away from my arm. “Come. I’ll hold your hand. I won’t let go until you do. Okay?”
He looked up at her, his eyes full of trust even though from the way he slowly left my side, there was still some fear. GM stopped just short of the waving folds of the curtain and nodded to him, urging him forward. His eyes lingered on hers before he turned and peeked beyond The Veil. A smile blossomed on his lips. I couldn’t see what he saw but whatever it was, it must have been good. His hand dropped from GM’s and he stepped through.
He, along with the glittering curtain were gone in the blink of an eye.
Immediately, Lawrence was at my grandmother’s side, his arm circling her waist, helping her back to the chair. “Pamela, you must rest now.” When she was seated, he straightened and glanced over at me. “How are you doing, Keira?”
I couldn’t tell whether the transition thing or Lawrence showing genuine care about my well-being was more of a shock. I swiped the tears which had dribbled onto my cheeks away, taking stock of how I felt. I was tired, like I’d run a marathon but my mind was still in the race. It had been an awesome experience. I had a million questions to ask them! Yes, them. Lawrence had been a part of it, even if just sitting on the sidelines making sure things didn’t go off the rails.
“I’m fine... a little tired but I’ll be over that in no time, I’m sure.” I slipped the black stone into my pocket. A little tired? I flopped into my seat.
He laughed. “Pamela usually has a glass of orange juice and slice of key lime pie after a session. Would you like some?”
My mouth watered. Suddenly, I realized I was ravenous. To hell with the calories! Pie and orange juice were just what the doctor ordered! “Perfect! Can I have a double slice?”
GM chuckled. “Sure beats melon and marshmallows, don’t it?” She leaned over and patted my knee. “We can eat healthy tonight. You did well, Keira.”
Lawrence’s hand squeezed GM’s shoulder and she gazed up at him, her own hand covering his. “Thanks, dear. What would I do without you?”
He smiled. “You’ll never have to know, Pamela.” He moved off, walking toward the door. “Good thing I defrosted the pie.”
When he left the room, I sat back. “So Molly and Sam are really gone?” I’d miss Molly, and well... Sam, his story just had to get better after he left the house.
She nodded. “Sorry, no more maid service for you. But Sam... it was touch and go with him.” Her hands gripped her knees and she stretched a little looking down at the floor. Under her eyes, grape-shaded cusps gave a hint that this had taken more out of her than she would admit.
“What would have happened if he chose to stay? I mean, you can’t force him to leave, can you?” I looked down at my foot where the striped ball still lay and bent to pick it up. I’d keep this as a souvenir to remember my first time.
“I would never dream of it. No, it’s important that a spirit leaves of their own accord. It’s respecting their free will.” She huffed a sigh. “In the end, they both chose and they are where they should be.”
“With a little nudge from us.”
She nodded, then glanced around the room. “And no interference... this time.” She was silent for a few beats, watching me. “I know you’re a bit drained right now... but inside, how did you feel when this was happening?”
As I returned her gaze, I could tell this was the crux of the matter. I didn’t have to think it over at all. “I have never felt so right doing something,” I said softly. “I did something which really, really mattered.” Our eyes held. I understood GM a hell of a lot better now. I could see how a person could make this their life’s work.
She sat back in her chair when Lawrence walked in with another tray of drinks and pie. “More importantly, as you’ll come to see the more embedded in this you become... it was the right thing to do to keep the lines straight within the universe.”
Yeah. But. I just dove right in. “You’ve had Lawrence with you when you’ve done this... the transitioning. But what about me? If I’m to do this after... after you’re gone, won’t I need someone like him, to kind of watch over me?” I didn’t know how bad, bad could get, but the very fact that Lawrence still insisted on being with GM when she did this, spoke volumes.
“You will. You will find that person or like me and Lawrence, that person will find you. Until that happens, don’t be like me. Be cautious and know when to step away from a transition if you get a bad feeling.” She took the glass of juice from Lawrence and smiled looking up at him.
“Or you could end up on your ass, clinging to a diving board high above the water.” Lawrence grinned at her.
She held her hand up like a traffic cup! “Don’t you dare say a word about the bathing suit.”
He reached for my glass of juice to hand it to me. Under his breath, barely audible “What bathing suit?” He smirked at her as I took the glass from his hand.
Too much information. We’d cover this another time when Lawrence wasn’t around.
SEVENTEEN
WALKING DOWN THE SHOULDER OF THE TWO-LANE ROAD toward Gwen’s, I felt a weight lift from me. That experience with GM and the spirits was the most intense incident of my entire life, and I needed to catch my breath. At the age of twenty-three, there was nothing I had ever been a part of which came close to what just happened.
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br /> I’m afraid of heights, okay? So, when I turned twenty-one, I decided to take that bull by the horns and go skydiving. It was the most terrifying and exhilarating thing I had ever done. I freefell for about five seconds—what felt like about a half hour—before the parachute snapped open and I drifted down to earth. When my feet touched the ground, my knees went weak and I fell over. I laid on my side for a minute or so basking in the hugeness of what I had accomplished. When I got to my feet—the world was different somehow. I was different.
Well, jumping out of a plane a mile up in the air is nothing compared to what I was part of back at GM’s house. Not one, but two ghosts appearing in the living room, that Veil… that beautiful and amazing portal just showing up, the blinding but somehow comforting light pouring through—and then poof—everything back to normal… It all happened so quickly, and yet it all felt somehow so natural… I had to step away from this and just let it settle in.
When GM headed in for her nap early, I told her I was going. She didn’t get huffy with me. She just nodded. I could tell she wasn’t crazy about the idea, but I think some of the division between us over my making friends with Gwen was healed by how I handled Molly’s and Sam’s transitions.
I came to a halt in my walk to Gwen’s and turned my face up toward the sun. Its warmth bathed me. The disconnect of the afternoon hit me again. I just had a glimpse of the hereafter and eternity when I saw the light emanating from behind The Veil, and here I was basking in the warm rays of the sun on my way to a dip in a swimming pool.
Well, I guess, life does go on, doesn’t it?
It was just another minute or two before I turned up her driveway. I pulled the bag containing my swimsuit and towel higher on my shoulder. I hadn’t gone swimming at someone’s home in a long, long time. There’s not a lot of houses with swimming pools in Manhattan, okay? Maybe I should have brought along a bottle of wine or something.
Yeah, life goes on.
I climbed the few steps and strode across the veranda and knocked on the door. It opened and Gwen stood there, wearing a bathing suit top and a pair of cut-off jean shorts. “Hi Keira! C’mon in.” Once again her hair was tied back in a pony tail which swished over her shoulders when she turned. Her arms were lean but the muscles were clearly defined; carrying mailbags must be a good workout.
“Hi Gwen.” I stepped into the hallway. “Thanks for the invitation; it sure is a hot one today.” It was cooler inside, but not by much.
“Tell me about it,” she nodded. “The sweat was pouring off of me by the time I got off work.” She nodded toward the living room. “Let me introduce you to my dad.”
We stepped into the room, and Gwen said, “Dad, this is Keira. Keira, my dad, Devon Jones.”
Devon was older than my own father, probably in his sixties. He was completely bald and ensconced in an overstuffed wing chair at one end of the room. Like a lord of the manor, he had a golden lab curled at his feet and a ball game on the TV, mounted on the opposite wall.
Except this lord of the manor also had a walker and cane set up beside his throne.
As I strode across the room with my hand outstretched, the dog scrambled to its feet and skulked around the chair putting it between us. I stopped and sighed. Why were dogs always freaked out when they saw me? I love dogs! Well… from afar, anyway.
Devon glanced over at the dog and back to me. “Some guard dog, huh?” he said with a faltering smile and held out his hand. When I stepped forward to shake it, the dog let out a low whine.
When I took Devon’s hand in mine, a sad billow of forsaken loneliness washed over me, even though his face was smiling in welcome. His wife had been gone for years and he missed her still. Her tinkling laughter, her warmth in his bed, her cooking, and how she loved having company. It was all there at once in my mind, and complete.
“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Jones.”
“Nice to meet you too, Keira.” He had his smile back in place. “So you’re Mrs. York’s granddaughter?” He glanced up at Gwen and then turned back to me. “From New York? I was there only once, back in the eighties. How are you enjoying Kingston?” He pulled his hand back and rested it on the arm of the chair.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Gwen rounding the sofa, patting her hand against her thigh, “What’s wrong, Buster? C’mere.” The dog let out another whine and slinked over to her.
I focused on Gwen’s dad. “Good, although I haven’t seen all that much of the city yet. My grandmother... well, I’m trying to spend most of my time with her.” Another part of my mind was skipping lightly. I’d been able to sense his emotions and the sadness even though I hadn’t consciously tried. I wasn’t even in my grandmother’s house and this had happened! The dog... well, I was used to them cowering away from me.
I glanced over at Gwen and right on cue she piped up. “We’re having a swim and some beers, although not necessarily in that order. Would you care for a beer, Dad?”
“I’m fine right now.” He looked down at his lap for a moment. “You two go on and enjoy your swim. I’ll keep Buster company. Where did he get to?”
“He’s hiding behind the sofa. I don’t know what’s up with him being shy.” Gwen shrugged and her gaze flitted to me. “Normally he’d knock you over trying to lick your face.”
“That’s okay. Dogs don’t take to me.”
“They don’t like you?” Devon asked.
“No... it’s not they don’t like me...” I gestured to where Buster was cowering. They’re scared of me on sight.” I shrugged. “It’s kind of sad, actually, because I always wanted one, growing up.”
Gwen tilted her head. “That is a little odd; I’ve never heard of that. I’ve heard of dogs hating people on sight, but never being afraid of people on sight.”
Devon eyed me up and down. “It’s not like you’re scary looking or anything. You look pretty normal to me.”
If only you knew, Mister Jones, I thought to myself. Me and my grandmother are pretty, pretty far from normal. Instead, I just shrugged. “That’s just the way it’s been all my life.”
“Well, you never have to worry about getting rabies from one then,” Devon quipped.
I let out a laugh. “My own father said the same thing to me years ago.”
“Smart man.”
Gwen stood up from the sofa. “We’ll just be out back so if you need anything, just holler.” She nodded her head to the side and started across the floor. “The bathroom’s just down the hall, Keira, if you want to get changed into your suit. I’ll wait for you in the kitchen.”
“Sure.” I continued along to where she’d indicated, my footsteps making the floorboards creak in a few spots. The place was old but tidy. Handrails had been mounted to the wall of the hallway though.
In the bathroom—again there were signs that things weren’t easy for them. There were grab bars mounted beside the toilet and also in the bathtub. Inside the tub was a stainless steel stool and a shower wand. I quickly shucked my clothes and scrambled into my bathing suit.
When I walked into the kitchen, Gwen was leaning against the counter, a beer in her hand and towel draped over her neck. “Ready? I hope you drink beer. If you’d rather, I have wine too.”
I walked over and lifted the icy bottle of beer. “Beer’s fine.”
“Good.” She started for the door out to the pool, speaking over her shoulder. “So what’d you do today? Anything fun?”
As I followed her out, gazing to the sparkling blue pool a few feet away, I considered what to tell her. Certainly not the truth, that was for sure! “Oh! GM got me a car. It’s a red Miata. It’s got just the sweetest ride.”
She turned and her eyebrows were high. “Just like that? She bought you a car?” She shook her head.
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