Chapter 29

My mother had been taking my sister to the doctor because she’d been scratching her chicken pox even though she had been told not to. Didn’t everyone? But hers had gotten infected. A bus…well, never mind. Even though I had just relived the whole thing in a nanosecond, I wasn’t going to dwell on it. It was over and out like a lanced wound. I could only believe that our resident ghost had appreciated my playing her music for her so much, that she had given me a gift in return; the gift of peace and innocence. A heavy load I’d forgotten I had, or had buried so deep I couldn’t see it, had just lifted off my back, and off my mind. I looked around the room as if I would find the ghost there, or my mother and sister, but of course, there was nobody else there; I was alone.