From SMALL MEDIUM AT LARGE

Wait a minute, I thought as his words sunk in. I was hit by lightning?

I stared at Dad.

He nodded. “Really.”

I turned and looked at my mom. “I’m sorry about your honeymoon.”

“She’ll get over it. She’s concerned about you,” someone, a woman, said.

My mom’s lips weren’t moving, so I swivelled my head around; there were no other women in the room.

“What did you say?” I asked Mom.

“She didn’t say it. I did. Oh, Lilah.”

I was looking at my mom, and there were no words coming out of her mouth, yet a female was speaking to me.

Okay, what’s going on? I was clearly losing it…

“I guess you can’t see me,” the voice said. “But I’m here. Lilah, it’s me, your grandmother, Dora.”

Huh?