Grandmother looked around. "Please explain what's going on." She said in a weary voice. "If you can, that is."
"You were in Corey's room last night," I said. "you saw what we saw, you heard what we heard. I wish we could explain it but..." I shrugged, unable to think of anything else to say.
Grandmother removed the chair from the desk, set it on the floor, and, with a sigh sat on it. Shutting her eyes, she took a deep breath. "That's right i saw and i heard. as a result, i lay awake trying to think of an explanation. And failed. Utterly."
Rising to her feet, Grandmother said, "I suggest we have breakfast. After, that please clean up your room. When everything is back to normal, I'd like to pretend last night did not happen."
Turning my back on the wreckage, i followed her to the dining room. She could chase off the physics, she could make me clean up my room, she could pretend last night hadn't happened--- she could even send Corey and me back to New York--- but the ghosts were here, and they aren't leaving.
Not until the get what they want... whatever that is.
