all it had been a very stressful night. “Yes, that’s what I said. It’s a very long complicated story which I’ll be glad to tell you another time. The most important thing right now is to get your grandfather home and resting in his own bed. I’ll be glad to come over and help you.” All three of them agreed to return to the farm and together make sure Roger was set for the night. This had turned out to be a very long day and Calli was ready to go home and not think about ghosts or spirits or communicating with the dead.
Chapter 13 Clean Up
The rooster had been crowing since before dawn, Calli pulled the pillow over her head and tried to get back to sleep. It had been very late when Jim and Sally finally went home, knowing that Roger was sleeping and Calli was calmer. She had tossed and turned most of the night finally drifting off to sleep just a couple hours before dawn. Lucky for her the pillow had done the trick and she fell back into a deep sleep, one that she needed.
The smell of bacon frying drifted up the stairway and brought Calli back from her dream. She was grateful it wasn’t the marrying Jim at the church dream; instead she was at the pond fishing with her grandfather and his grandfather. Oh, my, how did that happen? She’d never met Roger’s grandfather, she’d seen pictures – how did he get in my dream? Shaking herself wide awake, she jumped in the shower and hoped to wash away all the crazy ideas that were floating through her head. Talking to ghosts, seeing dead people, this was like a horror film and she was in it. After drying her hair, she put on her gardening clothes; digging in the earth would solve all of this nonsense about spirits and such.
Roger was in the kitchen drinking his coffee ; his breakfast eaten long ago. Calli noticed how happy he looked, and maybe even a bit younger. Part of her wanted to talk and get all this nonsense out in the open and out of her consciousness and the other part of her wanted to escape to the garden and work with real things, plants, bugs, weeds, things she could touch and see. “How did you sleep?” She finally was willing to talk, munching on the bacon and waiting for her eggs to finish cooking. “I slept like a baby. At least that’s what it felt like. I’m sure I don’t remember what sleeping like a baby was way back then, but the saying describes my night. How about you?” He didn’t want to broach the subject of last night and his communication with his grandfather anymore than Calli did. “Well, after Sally and Jim left, it took me awhile to get to sleep, probably all the adrenaline running through my veins after being in the emergency room. But I’m fine this morning. Think I’ll spend some time in the garden, checking on everything and planting a few more rows of spinach for the fall.” Any topic to get away from ghosts and spirits would do this morning. “That sounds like a great idea. After I read the morning paper and finish my coffee think I’ll go out to the machine shed and drag out those old bee hives. When you’re done planting would you like to help me?” He almost was holding his breath, hoping that he hadn’t frightened her too much last night and praying that she’d come along on this journey willingly. It seemed to be the salve that would finish the healing of the wound from his grandfather’s death. “I’ll see how the day goes. Catch up with you later.” Calli left the kitchen without even noticing that her eggs were done cooking. She was in such a hurry to avoid the topic of bees and ghosts that she’d forgotten to eat them.
Gathering her tools and seeds, she found an empty row a nd started hoeing like there were nuggets of gold buried and if she dug deep enough she might find them. The sun was bright and the birds were singing. The wind was quiet, just a gentle puff of a breeze every now and then. Calli
Chapter 13 Clean Up
The rooster had been crowing since before dawn, Calli pulled the pillow over her head and tried to get back to sleep. It had been very late when Jim and Sally finally went home, knowing that Roger was sleeping and Calli was calmer. She had tossed and turned most of the night finally drifting off to sleep just a couple hours before dawn. Lucky for her the pillow had done the trick and she fell back into a deep sleep, one that she needed.
The smell of bacon frying drifted up the stairway and brought Calli back from her dream. She was grateful it wasn’t the marrying Jim at the church dream; instead she was at the pond fishing with her grandfather and his grandfather. Oh, my, how did that happen? She’d never met Roger’s grandfather, she’d seen pictures – how did he get in my dream? Shaking herself wide awake, she jumped in the shower and hoped to wash away all the crazy ideas that were floating through her head. Talking to ghosts, seeing dead people, this was like a horror film and she was in it. After drying her hair, she put on her gardening clothes; digging in the earth would solve all of this nonsense about spirits and such.
Roger was in the kitchen drinking his coffee ; his breakfast eaten long ago. Calli noticed how happy he looked, and maybe even a bit younger. Part of her wanted to talk and get all this nonsense out in the open and out of her consciousness and the other part of her wanted to escape to the garden and work with real things, plants, bugs, weeds, things she could touch and see. “How did you sleep?” She finally was willing to talk, munching on the bacon and waiting for her eggs to finish cooking. “I slept like a baby. At least that’s what it felt like. I’m sure I don’t remember what sleeping like a baby was way back then, but the saying describes my night. How about you?” He didn’t want to broach the subject of last night and his communication with his grandfather anymore than Calli did. “Well, after Sally and Jim left, it took me awhile to get to sleep, probably all the adrenaline running through my veins after being in the emergency room. But I’m fine this morning. Think I’ll spend some time in the garden, checking on everything and planting a few more rows of spinach for the fall.” Any topic to get away from ghosts and spirits would do this morning. “That sounds like a great idea. After I read the morning paper and finish my coffee think I’ll go out to the machine shed and drag out those old bee hives. When you’re done planting would you like to help me?” He almost was holding his breath, hoping that he hadn’t frightened her too much last night and praying that she’d come along on this journey willingly. It seemed to be the salve that would finish the healing of the wound from his grandfather’s death. “I’ll see how the day goes. Catch up with you later.” Calli left the kitchen without even noticing that her eggs were done cooking. She was in such a hurry to avoid the topic of bees and ghosts that she’d forgotten to eat them.
Gathering her tools and seeds, she found an empty row a nd started hoeing like there were nuggets of gold buried and if she dug deep enough she might find them. The sun was bright and the birds were singing. The wind was quiet, just a gentle puff of a breeze every now and then. Calli
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