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him right beside you. He's wearing a dark blue shirt with short sleeves, blue checkered slacks and
Wallaby shoes. He's tall and blond with a husky build. He has green eyes and he's looking at you
anxiously. I'm sure he wants you to believe he's really here."

"Ann, please," I said. I looked at Perry again. "Hear me," I entreated him. "You've got to hear
me."

"He's speaking again," Perry said. "I think he's sayingтАФ near me or something."

I groaned and looked at Ann again. She was trying not to cry but couldn't help herself. Her teeth
were set on edge, her breathing forced and broken. "Please don't do this," she murmured.

"Mom, he's trying to help," Richard told her.

"Don't do this." Ann struggled to her feet and walked away. ''Ann, don't go," I pleaded.

Richard started after her but Perry held him back. "Let her get used to the idea," he said.

Richard looked around uneasily. "He's here?" he asked. "My father?"

I didn't know what to do. I wanted to be with Ann. Yet how could I leave the only person who could
see me? Perry had placed his hands on Richard's shoulders and turned him until he faced me. "He's
in front of you," he said. "About four feet away."

"Oh, God." Richard's voice was thin and shaking.

"Richard," I said. I stepped forward and tried to grasp his arms.

"He's right in front of you now, trying to hold your arms," Perry told him.

Richard's face was pale. "Why can't I see him then?" he demanded.



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"You may be able to if you can talk your mother into a sitting."

Despite the excitement Perry's words created in me, I could stay with him no longer; I had to be
with Ann. His voice faded quickly behind me as I started after her. "He's moving after your
mother," he said. "He must want toтАФ"

I could hear no more. Anxiously, I followed Ann, trying to overtake her. Whatever a sitting wasтАФa
seance?тАФAnn had to consent to it. I'd never believed in things like that, never even thought of
them. I thought about them now. Perry had seen me, actually seen me. The thought that, with his
help, Ann and the children might also see me, perhaps even hear me filled me with elation. There'd
be no grief then!

I groaned with sudden dismay. A mist was gathering again, obscuring my view of Ann. I tried to run