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start. Be kinder to everyone, George. That way Death will treat you kindly when it's time for you to make the voyage."
    "Yes," he said, his voice and body trembling.
    "I'm on the terrace, dear. Come to the glass and I will let you see me, but you mustn't open the doors." Parks looked over at me. I nodded. He got out of his chair, and Schell and I also stood. We moved toward the glass doors, I in front of Parks, and Schell bringing up the rear.
    "Behold, sir, your mother's ectoplasmic form," I said.
    He stepped up next to me and pressed his face against the glass. Outside the wind was blowing through the giant oaks that bordered the property. There was a half moon that night, its pale light shining through a very light mist. Standing behind one of the hedges, so that she was visible from the waist up, was the glowing form of Ma Parks, a good deal larger in death than life. She wore a wide-brimmed hat as she did in three of the photos in Parks's parlor, and stared directly at us. Through the glass, we could hear her repeating the name "Georgie."
    Parks lost control and started fumbling with the knobs on the doors. I put my hand upon his shoulder and cautioned him not to open them. He paid no attention to me, and I tried to restrain him long enough so that Schell could get a hand on him. But Schell just stood there, staring at the glass, a strange look on his face, completely immobile. Then Parks rammed me with his elbow and sent me tripping backward onto my rear end.
    From where I lay on the floor, I expected to see Schell jump to action, but he didn't. Parks got the doors open and slipped out onto the terrace. He ran toward the apparition, screaming, "Mother!" I scrambled to my feet just in time to see him reach the hedge behind which the ghost stood. Schell finally came to and lunged forward out the door after him. As Parks reached out for the object of his affection, his mother's spirit feinted to the side and threw a right cross. The punch caught him on the jaw and dropped him, unconscious, onto the grass.
    I reached the scene in time to see the ghost of Ma Parks, now grown to something well over six feet tall, lumbering across the perfectly manicured lawn toward the circular driveway at the front of the house.
    "Help me lift him," said Schell.
    He took the arms and I the legs. There were a hundred questions I had concerning what had just happened, but I knew to keep my mouth shut, not sure as to how deeply Parks was under. We managed to get him inside and lay him on a divan in the drawing room. As Schell tried to gently revive him, I latched the glass doors and wound up the line we had used for the levitation. I left the bear at his spot on the table, a sort of party favor to make up for the séance having ended with him getting slugged. When I was finished with these small tasks, Schell instructed me to turn the lights on and blow out the candle.
    "He's coming around," Schell whispered, crouching next to the divan. I stood at a short distance and watched as Parks surfaced, calling for his mother.
    "Lie still," Schell said to him. "You're all right. You've had a physical encounter with the void. Breathe deeply."
    Parks's eyes were wild, and he was agitated to the extreme. He flung his legs over the side of the divan and sat up, rubbing his jaw.
    "I warned you not to make contact with the materialized forms of the dead," said Schell, "and now you see why."
    "The veil must remain intact," I said.
    Parks calmed down and winced as he touched his chin. "I'm okay," he said. "I apologize for getting carried away." He couldn't look directly at either of us.
    "Window," he said, addressing me. "There's whiskey and a tumbler in that small bar in the corner. Please pour me a drink."
    "Ondoo, your excellence," I said as I moved to the task.
    Schell stood and backed away from our patron.
    "My mother hasn't changed in death," said Parks. "She still packs a wallop."
    "One of the most remarkable visitations I've ever witnessed," said