Some snow from over two weeks ago is still on the ground, and now it’s been raining nonstop since yesterday afternoon, changing to 4 to 8 inches of ice tonight. Is spring even a season anymore?
We had family visiting last week, so I wasn’t able to write every day, but something possessed me on Sunday and Monday and I turned into a writing machine. As with the epiphanies from last week, this doesn’t happen often enough – or concurrently with the epiphanies – which would be fantastic if they could get on the same schedule.
Anyway, my math from this week works like this: 3 x 4 = chapter 12, and stay with me on this, I may need a calculator: 2 + 0 – 1 + 5 = 6 lines. Cain and Finn have decided to try and communicate with Sarah, who they suspect is a ghost, but they’re a little unclear about the whole ghost-contact-protocol.
“Any idea how we go about getting Sarah to come out and talk with us? Do we need a Ouija board or something like that? A medium?”
“How the hell would I know, Finn? It’s not like I’ve done this before.”
“Well, you said the attic door keeps opening, so maybe we should start up there. How about the corner that was so cold? That seems king of logical, right?”
After losing two out of three rounds of rock, paper, scissors because neither of us was too anxious to go up first, I mean, seriously, we’re talking about a ghost here, I led the way up the stairs.