contacting my grandmother, but she can’t see or hear me. On top of that, I can’t interact much with the living world because apparently it takes too much energy.” Guilt tore at her as she recalled her grandmother’s heart-wrenching tears. “Do you have any food?”
Luis opened a drawer to one side. “I have some Atkins bars.” He pulled out a pale yellow box with blue and red markings on it. “Oo, Anna bought me cookie dough ones this time.” He held out a wrapped bar to her.
Roxie reached for it but her hand passed right through it and stared longingly at the shiny wrapper. She felt so hungry, she was surprised that her stomach wasn’t growling nonstop.
Sekiro said, “That won’t work. He has to send it to the spirit world. Now tell him to get a pen and paper, and I’ll explain everything he needs to do.”
* * *
Roxie watched Grandma pick up the receiver sitting on the counter that divided the kitchen and living room. Roxie stood in the kitchen, within arm’s reach of her only family. It was the middle of the night and the house was mostly dark.
“Hello?” Grandma said in a stuffy voice.
“Hello. My name is Luis Herschel and I apologize for calling you at this hour, ma’am, but I need to talk to you about your granddaughter.”
Grandma clutched the receiver in both hands as her eyes watered with fresh tears.
“She’s alive,” Luis said soothingly. “She needs your help. I met Roxie and her friend Aerigo on one of my cruise ships. And yes, all the stories my employees reported to the media are true. Danger has been following them wherever they go.”
Grandma shuffled to the table and dropped into a chair. “How do you know she’s alive?” Her shaky voice came out with a tinge of anger.
Luis went on to describe meeting Roxie in San Francisco and their discussion that followed, including how she was stuck in the spirit world and in need of food. He also explained him being a half-seer. “Now would you mind getting a pen and paper? I need to teach you how to feed her. I’ve already sent her a bit of food, but you’re going to need to do this on a regular basis.”
Roxie had eaten the entire box of the Atkins bars before she’d sped her way back home. The original bars had never disappeared from Luis’s desk, but her body back in the spirit world was already responding to the sustenance. Still, it was far from enough.
Grandma grabbed a pencil from a holder sitting next to the phone, retrieved a spiral notepad from a kitchen drawer, and sat back at the table. “I’m ready.” She held the pencil poised over the green pad.
“I apologize this might sound strange, but Roxie assured me all of this is necessary. First off, you need to build a little altar for her. Get a bunch of pictures of her, some candles, flowers, white sage, and some incense sticks. The incense will attract spirits, and the same goes for the candles and flowers, and the white sage will keep away negative spirits. The pictures will declare who the food is for and help Roxie claim it. It doesn’t matter how you arrange everything on the cloth so long as you leave a spot for whatever food you offer up to her, and so long as everything is in a location that will remain undisturbed. Normally, you’d place everything in front of a gravestone but, since she’s not dead, it doesn’t matter. Do you have all that so far?”
Grandma nodded as she scribbled down the lack of particular arrangement detail. “Yes. Why does she need me to feed her? I don’t understand.”
“She told me that she still has her bodily needs, but the spirit world doesn’t have any food and such, so it’s up to us to give her a hand.”
Grandma nodded again. “Is there anything else I need to do?”
“Yes, one more. You need to perform a short Sending ritual to send the food to the spirit world. It’s like a short prayer. You can say it aloud or in your head, but it must be recited every time, or it won’t become
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