With a look over my shoulder, I entered the mansion. I let the door close naturally behind me. The hall was empty when full of light, but as the light faded with the shutting door, Martha became visible. When the door was completely closed, she looked full and solid, the middle-aged version of Martha. She was wearing the party dress, I realized that Mike was right, that the dress custom tailored for the 15-year-old Martha fit the middle aged one very tightly, making her look both a little ridiculous, and slightly sexy at the same time. We walked towards each other and stopped a little more than an arm’s length apart. I pulled out my invitation.
“I’ve returned, but this time with invitation in hand,” I said.
“And you are just in time, Mr. Baxter,” she said. “The ball has begun.” I grew aware of the faint music from above us. “I need to say a few words so you truly understand what you are about to witness.”
“Sounds good to me.” She turned old for a flash, then returned to middle-aged.
“First, understand that you can see our world more than most of the living, so we can see you better than we can see most of the living.” Continue reading