Justine had gone out and I was glad. I didn"t want her to catch on to what we were planning just yet; she"d worry too much. Anne sat tentatively in a side chair. She was looking between Billy and me, waiting for one of us to start. I finally did.
I regaled her with the details of my conversation with my dad, and then asked, “Anne, you were there with her, right? What can you tell us about her…her power?”
Anne leaned back in her chair and sighed. “She was such a shy little thing, scared to death. She wouldn"t talk to anyone, and she"d barely eat or sleep. Finally,” she looked at Billy, “your grandmother managed to get through to her.” Anne smiled fondly. “She mothered her, talked to her in soothing, quiet tones, and tried to keep her safe. It was really hard on Billy…she knew your mom was
