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sorry,” Perry said to me, smiling.
    “What happened?” Richard asked and Ann lowered her hand to look at Perry curiously.
    “He looked at me with a frown,” Perry said, still smiling. “I must have said something he didn’t like.”
    Richard looked at Ann again. “Mom, what do you say?” he asked.
    She sighed. “I just don’t know.”
    “What harm can it do?”
    “What harm?” She gazed at him, incredulous. “To let myself hope that your father still exists? You know what he meant to me.”
    “Mrs. Nielsen,” Perry started.
    “I don’t believe in survival after death,” Ann interrupted him. “I believe that, when we die, we die and that’s the end of it. Now you want me to—“
    “Mrs. Nielsen, you’re wrong,” Perry said. He was supporting my presence yet I felt offended by his self-assertive tone. “Your husband is standing right in front of you. How could that be if he hasn’t survived?”
    “I don’t see him,” Ann responded. “And I can’t believe it just because you say he’s here.”
    “Mom, Perry’s been tested at UCLA,” Richard said. “He’s been authenticated any number of times.”
    “Richard, we’re not talking about college tests. We’re talking about Dad! The man we loved!”
    “All the more reason—!” Richard said.
    “No.” She shook her head. “I just can’t let myself believe it. If I did, then found it wasn’t true, I’d die myself. It would kill me.”
    Oh, no, I thought in sudden distress. Once more, that draining exhaustion had come upon me. Whether it was caused by the effort of wanting so badly for Ann to believe or by her continuing sorrow, I had no idea. I only knew I had to rest again. Things were starting to blur before my eyes.
    “Mom, just try?” Richard asked her. “Aren’t you even willing to try? Perry says we might see Dad if we—”
    “Ann, I have to He down for awhile,” I said. I knew she couldn’t hear me but I said it anyway.
    “He’s speaking to you, Mrs. Nielsen,” Perry told her. “Now he’s leaning over you.”
    I tried to kiss her hair.
    “Did you feel that?” Perry asked.
    “No,” she said, tensely.
    “He just kissed your hair,” he told her.
    Her breath caught and she started crying softly. Richard jumped up, moving to her quickly. Sitting on the arm of her chair, he pulled her against himself. “It’s all right, Mom,” he murmured. He looked at Perry critically. “Did you have to say that?” he asked.
    Perry shrugged. “I told you what he did, that’s all, I’m sorry.”
    The exhaustion was increasing rapidly now. I wanted to remain, to stand in front of Perry, let him read my lips. I didn’t have the strength though. Once again, that stonelike feeling overwhelmed my body and I turned away from them. I had to rest.
    “Do you want to know what he’s doing now?” Perry asked. His tone was peeved.
    “What?” Richard was stroking Ann’s hair, looking upset.
    “He’s walking into your bar room. Starting to fade. He must be losing strength.”
    “Can you call him back?” Richard asked.
    I could hear no more. I don’t know how I made it to our bedroom; the transition was unclear. I only remember that, as I lay down, I thought: Why do I keep getting exhausted when I have no physical body?
    I opened my eyes. It was dark and still. Something pulled at me, compelling me to stand.
    The difference in the way I felt was instantly apparent. Before, I’d felt weighted. Now I felt as light as down. I almost seemed to float across the room and through the door.
    Perry’s voice was speaking in the living room. I wondered what he was saying as I drifted down the back hall. Had Ann consented to the sitting yet? I hoped she had. All I wanted was to know that she was comforted.
    I moved across the family room and into the bar room.
    Suddenly, my steps had frozen and I stared in horror toward the living room.
    At myself.
    My mind could not react. I was struck dumb by the sight. I knew that I was standing where I