CHAPTER 56
I can’t be entirely certain, but I think I’m floating, and even though I know my brain hasn’t been quite as clear as I’d like it to be for this past little stretch, I realize enough to know that there are two potential scenarios going on. Either I’m dreaming, or I’m already dead. Both possibilities seem just as likely, although the fact that I’m experiencing absolutely no pain at the moment is making me lean towards the latter.
Poor Grandma Lucy. She’s going to be heartbroken.
No sooner do I have the thought than I’m sitting in her prayer room, staring at her as she rocks in her prayer chair and waiting patiently for her to open her eyes. “Oh, hello, Ian. How nice to see you.”
Somewhere in the back of my head is the thought that she should be a bit more surprised to find me
