normally had unusually good control over things
like apports.
“Excellent. Now we just need Meredith and
Spider, and we can get the séance started. Matthew, you’re on my
right. I’ve never had a real poltergeist in my circle before, so I
expect great things with three and a half polters!” she said,
beaming at us all.
My father beamed back at her, taking her
hand in two of his own. “I am honored.”
“We can even call one of your kind, if you
like! Wouldn’t that be an experience!”
“I suppose, although I can’t think of anyone
I’d like to see right now,” Dad said after a moment’s
consideration.
She squeezed his hands, then moved to the
doorway and opened the door to bellow toward the stairs, “Meredith!
Séance! Bring Mr. Marx!” before turning back to us with another of
her sunny smiles. “Meredith should be right along. Shall we take
our places?”
“I’m not sure a séance is really such a good
idea,” I said, not wanting to participate, but not sure how to
avoid it without offending her.
“Sit!” she ordered.
I gave in and sat. Hopefully it would be
over quickly.
“Adam, if you could sit across from me, that
would be lovely.”
“Er… you don’t really need me, since you
already have the others,” Adam said, clearly trying to get out of
the séance.
“Nonsense! I don’t know much about
poltergeists, but I am guessing that the more of you we have, the
better our chances at making contact,” Savannah said, giving him
such a pointed look he reluctantly pulled out one of the dining
room chairs she’d set around a large round table.
“Misery loves company,” I murmured to him as
I sat to the left of Savannah’s place. “I’m surprised you’re giving
in to her, though.”
“I think she’ll continue to nag if I don’t,”
he answered, then cocked an eyebrow as he asked, “What’s got you
looking so confused?”
“I don’t exactly know. I’ve got a horrible
feeling that Savannah just said something I should have paid
attention to, but I can’t figure out what it is.”
“What was the something about?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. It’s just…
have you ever had a feeling like something important was said, but
you missed it?”
“No.”
“Then you’re lucky. Somehow, I feel like she
said something that I wanted to think about, but I was distracted,
and now it’s gone.”
“It’ll come back to you.” He watched
Savannah at the door for a moment. “Will you come with me when I
try to talk to your husband?”
“Sure, although I doubt it will do any good.
He seldom listens to me in the best of circumstances.”
He gave me a long look with his icy blue
eyes.
“Spider is extremely stubborn; I’m just
warning you of that.”
“I intend to make him see reason.”
“Well, we can but try. Pixie, what on earth
are you doing?”
“It’s Obsidian Angel ! Deus ,
you have the memory of an ice cube !”
“Fine, Obsidian Angel, what are you doing
with that bar of soap?”
“Drawing a circle, obviously .” The
look she gave me said in no uncertain terms what she thought of my
IQ. “So we can summon a ghoul. I’d give anything to be able
to talk to a real ghoul.”
“You wouldn’t get much talking done before
it tried to strip the flesh off your bones,” Adam said under his
breath. “Stop rubbing soap on my floor.”
She threw down the bar of soap with a
muttered oath. “You people are Nazis! First you question me; now
you’re telling me what to do! What’s next, the rack? Hot irons?
Bamboo under my fingernails?”
“That’s tempting… ,” Adam said, giving her a
gimlet eye.
She threw herself into a chair, arms
crossed, her expression hostile.
“Honestly, men! And they say women take
forever. Shall I go over the procedures while we wait for Meredith
and Mr. Marx?” Savannah asked, coming back to the table. I stopped
fidgeting and tried to put a pleasant expression on my face, but
judging by the sympathetic looks my father
like apports.
“Excellent. Now we just need Meredith and
Spider, and we can get the séance started. Matthew, you’re on my
right. I’ve never had a real poltergeist in my circle before, so I
expect great things with three and a half polters!” she said,
beaming at us all.
My father beamed back at her, taking her
hand in two of his own. “I am honored.”
“We can even call one of your kind, if you
like! Wouldn’t that be an experience!”
“I suppose, although I can’t think of anyone
I’d like to see right now,” Dad said after a moment’s
consideration.
She squeezed his hands, then moved to the
doorway and opened the door to bellow toward the stairs, “Meredith!
Séance! Bring Mr. Marx!” before turning back to us with another of
her sunny smiles. “Meredith should be right along. Shall we take
our places?”
“I’m not sure a séance is really such a good
idea,” I said, not wanting to participate, but not sure how to
avoid it without offending her.
“Sit!” she ordered.
I gave in and sat. Hopefully it would be
over quickly.
“Adam, if you could sit across from me, that
would be lovely.”
“Er… you don’t really need me, since you
already have the others,” Adam said, clearly trying to get out of
the séance.
“Nonsense! I don’t know much about
poltergeists, but I am guessing that the more of you we have, the
better our chances at making contact,” Savannah said, giving him
such a pointed look he reluctantly pulled out one of the dining
room chairs she’d set around a large round table.
“Misery loves company,” I murmured to him as
I sat to the left of Savannah’s place. “I’m surprised you’re giving
in to her, though.”
“I think she’ll continue to nag if I don’t,”
he answered, then cocked an eyebrow as he asked, “What’s got you
looking so confused?”
“I don’t exactly know. I’ve got a horrible
feeling that Savannah just said something I should have paid
attention to, but I can’t figure out what it is.”
“What was the something about?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. It’s just…
have you ever had a feeling like something important was said, but
you missed it?”
“No.”
“Then you’re lucky. Somehow, I feel like she
said something that I wanted to think about, but I was distracted,
and now it’s gone.”
“It’ll come back to you.” He watched
Savannah at the door for a moment. “Will you come with me when I
try to talk to your husband?”
“Sure, although I doubt it will do any good.
He seldom listens to me in the best of circumstances.”
He gave me a long look with his icy blue
eyes.
“Spider is extremely stubborn; I’m just
warning you of that.”
“I intend to make him see reason.”
“Well, we can but try. Pixie, what on earth
are you doing?”
“It’s Obsidian Angel ! Deus ,
you have the memory of an ice cube !”
“Fine, Obsidian Angel, what are you doing
with that bar of soap?”
“Drawing a circle, obviously .” The
look she gave me said in no uncertain terms what she thought of my
IQ. “So we can summon a ghoul. I’d give anything to be able
to talk to a real ghoul.”
“You wouldn’t get much talking done before
it tried to strip the flesh off your bones,” Adam said under his
breath. “Stop rubbing soap on my floor.”
She threw down the bar of soap with a
muttered oath. “You people are Nazis! First you question me; now
you’re telling me what to do! What’s next, the rack? Hot irons?
Bamboo under my fingernails?”
“That’s tempting… ,” Adam said, giving her a
gimlet eye.
She threw herself into a chair, arms
crossed, her expression hostile.
“Honestly, men! And they say women take
forever. Shall I go over the procedures while we wait for Meredith
and Mr. Marx?” Savannah asked, coming back to the table. I stopped
fidgeting and tried to put a pleasant expression on my face, but
judging by the sympathetic looks my father
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