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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.”