Chapter 25: Dinner with Ghosts“We’ve been waiting,” my mother scolded.
“Hey, Ma.” I kissed her cheek.
She ushered me into the dining room, where Antonia was finishing setting the table.
“Daddy!” She rushed into my arms. “You’re cold. Are you not feeling good?”
“I feel better now,” I said and kissed the top of her head.
“Grandma and I went shopping today and I got new stuff for school. Come see.”
She started to lead me away, but my mom snatched her other hand and told her to wait until after supper.
“Ma, you need help setting the table?” I waited for a response. Not getting one, I started to make myself comfortable.
My mother peered out the window. “Declan, someone’s here. Go see who it is. Antonia, come help get the rest of the food out.”
I sighed and winked at my daughter, who sk
