Shortly after our encounter with Timmy, we emerged from the Shadow Way into the guest room of the parsonage. It was, as usual, completely dark, with the lights off and the curtains drawn across the windows, though thanks to our shared night vision, neither Lucius nor myself had any trouble seeing.
“Here we are,” I said, looking around the room. “Brings back memories, doesn’t it, Lucius?”
Lucius nodded slightly. “Yes. It even looks the same. I guess Richard isn’t into interior decorating, is he?”
“No, he never was,” I said, shaking my head. “My mom was, though. She liked to redesign the entire house every six months or so, which usually confused Dad, even though he always let her do it.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever met your mother,” said Lucius. “She died a while ago, didn’t she?”
I nodde
