Nora! Nora!
Yes, my child, I'm here.
I brought you cookies.
Oh, how nice. But I don't eat cookies.
How come?
Let me tell you something, Tate. Come here and sit on my lap. Oh, you are getting to be a big boy, aren't you?
I'm very tall.
Yes, you are a very tall boy.
Tate?
Uh huh.
Do you want to know a secret?
Yes!
It's a very special secret and you can't tell anyone.
Can I tell Addie?
No, you can't even tell Addie.
What is the secret?
Oh, well, now you might not believe me if I tell you.
I will! I will believe you.
Ok then I'll tell you.
A long, long time ago, long before you were born, I lived in this house. And then, Tate, do you know what happened?
What?
I died.
You died?
Yes.
How?
I don't remember.
Oh.
And then I woke up right here in this basement. So, I don't eat cookies anymore. Do you understand, Tate?
Yes.
Nora?
Hmm?
Will I die and wake up in the basement?
No, Tate. You are going to grow up.
And eat cookies.
Yes.
Nora?
Hmm?
Can you be my Mommy in the basement?
I'm already somebody's Mommy.
Who?
I have a baby. But he's gone away and I can't find him.
Oh. My daddy went away.
I see.
My mommy's very sad.
I'm sorry, Tate.
Nora, I have a secret.
You do?
Yes.
What is it?
I am very sad, too.