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t would be understating to say I was confused and baffled, maybe even a little bit honored, too. I now had these two gifts—and that was a term I was willing to pick up only sometimes—and I wasn’t sure what I needed to do with them. I wasn’t even sure I wanted them.
I’d heard that parable about the talents enough times to know that God doesn’t hand people something—a skill, a desire, a dream, an ability—and willingly accept that they don’t use it. But I was hard-pressed to know how. What does one do with the ability to see ghosts and the ability to catch glimpses of the past?
More specifically, what was I supposed to do now that I knew about Ned?
After dinner, Mom and I took opposite sides of the couch, mugs of hot cocoa with lots of marshmallows in our hands, and talked it throug
