“Ah, my boy, you've finally come,” Grandfather was saying. “Shall we read a little?”
“Grandfather, have you finished that book I asked about? The one on names?” Lar asked, struggling to remember that he wasn't six anymore and this wasn't real.
Grandfather didn't seem to remember the book. Indeed, he might not have heard Lar's question, for he patted his lap as if the full-grown Lar would climb up and they would read again from the children's books. This memory would bring tears if Lar still possessed that ability. Being dead was all that reminded him this couldn't be a reality, even in Other. Or was he in Other at all? Maybe he had passed over. This certainly seemed like the rest and reward promised to those that had done well in mortal life. It would be Lar's perfect haven… except for o
