The Spirit Who Loved Me: Spirit Whispers Book One Read Online Free PDF Page A

who? If my mom hadn’t also seen it herself, I would have seriously been doubting my sanity.
     
    The funeral itself passed in a blur as I found myself obsessing over my questions. I forced myself to say and do what was expected of me in all the right places. I shook hands. I thanked people for their condolences. I accepted unwanted hugs. I could feel the eyes of Sherriff Don and my mother watching me.
     
    Malcom wasn’t there, but Tara had been able to talk her parents into letting her skip half a day of school to come to the funeral. She stuck by me the whole time. It was hard to ignore her questioning stares out of the corner of my eyes, however, I was unable to bring myself to actually say what was on my mind.
     
    After the church services were concluded, we all followed Granny as she rode in her flashy cream casket to her final resting place in the church graveyard. The hole had already been dug up the day prior by some sort of construction vehicle judging by the tire tread impressions left in the grass. The funeral home in charge of getting everything together had dutifully brought over the huge mass of flowers from various well-wishers that’d been at her house for the wake.
     
    “Ashes to ashes dust to dust,” rambled Reverend Smith as we all huddled together around the casket as it was lowered deep down into the ground. Buzzing and tingling filled my ears. I looked around me wondering where it was coming from. I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, and it sounded electrical. I trembled. Tammy jerked her hand out to steady me, and I prayed I wouldn’t faint.
     
    I fixed my gaze on one of the numerous bouquets of flowers out front and focused on taking some deep breaths. They were shaky at first, in and out, in and out. I hoped nobody else would notice my grand maul panic attack.
     
    A sharp inhale from me got Tammy’s attention. In my peripheral vision, I saw her slowly looking at me and how she followed the direction of my eyes. The lovely little May bells in one of the bouquets out front were ringing. Honest to God, ringing like tinkling little bells. Tammy’s eyes got real wide and her mouth fell slack, and I started to fear she would be the one to suffer a fainting spell. Our eyes met and held for a long moment. Then as if in agreement, we both looked around us, up into the still, silent trees. Not even an easy breeze. Impossible. The May bells continued to shake. None of the other flowers, even the other flowers arranged with the magical May bells moved even the slightest little bit. A small part of me was elated that Tammy could see it too, and I wasn’t alone in whatever in God’s name was happening to me. Tammy took a half step closer to me, taking my hand in hers. I rested my head on her shoulder. To an onlooker it would seem that she was consoling me, and she was consoling me, comforting me for my loss and circumstances as well.
     
    After the services were over, we all filed over to the community building like good little sheep to share a pot luck meal to honor the memory of my granny. Usually, we would have done something like that at her place, but since we’d had the wake there last night, Mom decided to have the meal after the service here.
     
    “Hey, want to head to the ladies room?” asked Tammy, and she steered me in that direction without waiting for me to answer. No sooner had the door closed behind us, Tammy was looking under all the stall doors.
     
    “What are you doing?” I asked.
     
    “Making sure we’re alone, obviously,” she whispered. Satisfied, she turned on her heel and locked the heavy door.
     
    “Spill,” she commanded, her long auburn curls shaking about her face. The intensity of her face, scattered with freckles was comical, even for her, but it was a weary sigh rather than a laugh that escaped from my lips.
     
    What? I motioned with my hands.
     
    “Oh, come on, don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
     
    I stood silent