CHAPTER 8
"Ah. Nothing, nothing…" I shook my head, "Why don't you come in?"
"No it's alright, I can come another time.." Mark answered still stepping back.
"Mark, come in!" I ordered at last, gazing fixedly at him. He grew confused, but then followed me inside, without saying any word.
"Coffee?" I asked walking in the kitchen.
"Yeah okay.." he answered sitting modestly on the edge of chair, "But first shouldn't you go and answer the lady?"
"Actually Mark," I started. I put his mug on the table and sat opposite him, "There is no one but you and me here!"
"Oh!" he smiled, "then you were watching TV, and I thought..."
"No Mark, I wasn't… It was.. It was.." It was way hard to explain such a thing, "It was my grandma!" I said finally, then lifted my head and looked at him to see his reaction. He wasn't looking at me as if he understood yet.. I smiled, when I realized that he has started to get it.. But he didn't want to believe it.
"But you said, there was no one…" he stuttered.
"Look Mark" I sighed, "I thought I had been hearing some voices in my head until you heard them too.."
"Are you serious?" he looked completely bewildered.
"I've never been more, Mark…" I whispered. Then I told him the story while he was listening lost in astonishment. A few hours passed but we were still talking in kitchen.
"What are we going to do now?" he asked after listening the whole story. His question made me feel safe.. the word he chose: 'what were WE going to do?'…
"I don't have any idea.." I said.
"Okay.." he put his two hands on the table and stood up in a constant manner, "How about to look in that top drawer?"
"Yeah alright.." I smiled getting up. But I didn't know where the drawer was.. in which room.. which drawer? So he decided to search for it at downstairs, and I made my way to upstairs..
A few minutes later we met in front of dining room, each one holding something. I had found a letter in the top drawer in the room, which I had been staying. It was from my grandma to her mother after her death. It could have been important thing but unfortunately, when I read it, I knew it was just a sad letter from a sad little girl.
Mummy,
They've buried you today. I cried so much. Everybody did. You should have seen us, or maybe you saw already, I don't know. (Can you see me from there?)
Aunty Tess in not here. No one is telling me where she's gone. But I just can't believe that she has missed your funeral. She was here, crying and saying that she was guilty and it was her biggest mistake, and that she couldn't live with that.. But I couldn't understand anything. What did she mean mum? I'm worrying about her. Gary doesn't talk to us. He is in his room and isn't coming out from there. Daddy, well he is a real mess! I heard him telling Meg that your death was his fault. I didn't believe him. Was it really? And also he's telling me that I have to go and live with Peter! Why do I have to do that? I want to stay here with daddy and Garry…and you! I don't want to be far away from you. But daddy wont let me stay. I hate him! So I should stop calling him "daddy" but it's hard!
I want you back mummy. Why did you have to leave me? And I don't want to leave home. Please don't let me go! If there is something you can do from there, can you please do it for me? Maybe you can talk to God and tell him not to send me away. He'll listen to you, because I know you're an angel now.
I don't know if I can see you again. But at least can you send me letters? Are you allowed to do that? I don't know where to post this one, so I'm leaving it here. You can come and take it at night.
I have to go to sleep now. I will write again. I love you so much mummy.
with all my love,
your daughter Charlotte P. McLeod
It was really touching.. But I instinctively knew it wasn't what Grandma expected me to find.
"What did you find?" I asked Mark, pointing at the things in his hands.
"Ah, this," he said opening his fist and showing me a beautiful ring. "And a letter too. I think this one is what we are looking for."
It was whatGrandma expected me to find.