"I want to go home." Laurie blurts out, clenching my shirt with his fists and still crying, "Can we go back to Delton now?"
"No, baby. We can't," I reply, rubbing his back for a couple of seconds as he calms down, "Can you explain to me what you saw?"
"Aunt Clara turned into a mean dog," he exclaims in fear and I can't help to let out a little giggle. Aunt Clara is indeed a female dog. "And you... you were talking in a different voice. You said bad words."
"I'm sorry. You're right, I behaved very badly out there, I said ugly things," I agree, still rubbing his back and fighting the tug of guilt I feel when I remember the fücked up things I said in the middle of my fit of rage, "But everything has an explanation and you have nothing to be scared of. This house is where we are safest. Not
