Chapter 8
“Is she asleep?”
I looked up and saw Ned standing in the doorway, a glass of milk in his hand. His shadow flickered in the silly night light I had put in Lily’s room.
“Yeah, she’s asleep.” I looked at the milk. “You’re a good man, Ned,” I said as he handed me the glass.
“I always liked some milk before bed. I used to have some serious nightmares, and my Dad would tell me the milk was magic and would keep me from having bad dreams.”
“I guess I better drink it.” I sipped and looked down at Lily. “She fell asleep the minute her head hit the pillow. No nightmares where she is.”
“I was worried when she first showed up.” Ned sat in an old rocker at the foot of the bed where Lily used to pile all her stuffed animals.
“Yeah, I was, too, but look at her now. It’s like each minute b
