steps. Setting down her book, the old woman peered at her granddaughter over the rim of her glasses.
âMind if I sit down?â asked Lisa, gesturing toward the swing.
Mrs. Miles smiled. âNot at all. Glad to have you.â
Lisa settled in next to her grandmother, then reached over and took the book from her lap. She grinned. Most of the women on the beach were reading whatever novel was on top of the current bestseller list. Not her grandmother. She was totally absorbed in Oil-Bearing Properties of Devonian Shale: A Research Analysis, by Dr. Edgar Martinson.
âLooks fascinating,â said Lisa drily.
Her grandmother chuckled. âIt is, for an old rockhound like me.â She patted Lisa on the knee. âNow, I know youâre very fond of me. I also know that you almost never sit down just to talk.â
When Lisa started to protest her grandmother said, âOh, baloney. It doesnât bother me that you came to sit with me for a reason. But donât try to pretend it isnât so. Youâve got other things on your mind, and so have I. Right now, I would guess that whatever you have on your mind is something you think I can help with. So out with it. Whatâs up?â
Lisa looked at her grandmother and thought what an odd mix she was, sometimes brusque and sometimes tender, sometimes strictly business and sometimes very silly. She liked that about her.
Steeling herself, trying not to let her voice quiver, she said abruptly, âI want to know whatâs going on here. Tell me what you know.â
It was as if a curtain had been pulled across her grandmotherâs eyes. âWhat are you talking about?â
Lisa got angry. âDonât pretend you donât know, Gramma. Ever since we started that automatic writing, things have been weird in this house. And itâs not coming from me!â she added defiantly, remembering what her grandmother had said about poltergeist activity.
âLisa, you will watch your tone of voice when you speak to me,â said Dr. Miles sharply.
Lisa faltered. âI⦠Iâm sorry. But that doesnât change the question, Gramma. I want to know whatâs going on.â
Dr. Miles gave Lisa an icy glare. âWhatâs going on is this: Everyone here is under a great deal of pressure because I put us into a difficult situation. Your father has waited years to have this chance to write. Now that he does have it, heâs terribly worried about whether or not he can actually do it. Your mother is dealing with the fact that she is forty-some years old and has never developed a career. She sees Carrie becoming independent and knows she wonât really be needed much longer. Spending the summer in the same house with a pair of professors like your father and me only makes things that much harder on her. She doesnât like being the only adult here without a paying occupation. Of course, that was her choice. I urged her to complete school. But she was as headstrong as I am. Sometimes I think she dropped out of college just to rebel against me.â
Lisa stared. This kind of truth about the family was not at all what she had been after.
âOf course, Iâm slowly losing my mind because I canât stand being retired,â continued Dr. Miles. âAnd you just plain donât want to be here. Carrieâs the only one without a reason to be upset, and I imagine the rest of us are in such a state weâre making life miserable for her, too. So. You want to know whatâs going on? There are five people in this house under a lot of strain and theyâre starting to show some psychic manifestations of it. Or do you think weâre actually receiving visits from the spirit world?â
The tone in which she asked the question made the possibility seem so utterly ridiculous that Lisa found herself wondering if that really was what she believed after all.
âI donât know,â she said at last.