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With Carson and Cammi off to the neighborhood playground for an hour or so, Connie settled down on the floor in Cammi’s room with her back resting against her daughter’s bed, just like the previous week. “Hello, Zianos. Are you present in our house today?” Connie dispensed with her long spiel from the first week and sat there waiting in silence. She did not bother scouring the room with her eyes as she had the past Sunday, assuming that if Zianos was going to appear to her he would do so again over at Cammi’s table and chairs set. This time the wait seemed much shorter and was certainly more thrilling as she was able to witness the spirit of Zianos materialize in front of her eyes, upon the same chair he appeared on the week before. Connie grinned from ear to ear. “I am honored to have
