I squeezed my eyes shut and heard the wind chimes clamoring louder, much louder now… I told myself, as I’d told myself before, that there was nothing to be afraid of. The dead couldn’t harm anyone. But if they couldn’t—why was I so terrified?
I heard Papa’s soft voice outside the locked door. “You do have her gifts, Audrina, you do…” “Papa,” I wailed for one last time, “please don’t make me…”
“Oh,” he said heavily, sighing, “why do I have to force you? Sing and sing until you become an empty pitcher…” Oh, yes, I’d heard this before.