Bessie is curled up in the window seat of Aunt Maureen and Uncle John’s renovated farmhouse, watching snowflakes swirl in the breeze. It’s the last Sunday of November. Her family’s visiting her mother’s relatives, who moved to Ravenspond from Ireland a little over a year ago. Leila sits cross-legged on the living room rug, filling in a jigsaw puzzle with wooden pieces with the toddlers, Sylvia and Padraic.
Bessie watches them for a moment, smiling. She alone remembers the twins when they were Grandpa Will and Grandma Millie. She had spent wonderful times with them in Heaven before they reincarnated to become the twins. And as luck would have it, or maybe it’s destiny, they moved into the very same home they used to share in their previous lives. She can watch them grow up the way they had
