The ghosts let us know they were there by turning on the lights on the stairs to the first floor bedroom suite when we were all sitting around the dining table downstairs.
At first I thought the lights were being triggered by Ember, the cat, but then I realised the lights were coming on even when she was with us, downstairs.
And did I only imagine that they became more active when Vivien produced the tin of photographs that Margaret at Cleave House had given her on their last visit to England? There was Ron when everyone still called him Ronnie, him and Maureen looking unfeasibly young on their wedding day, his parents, Nanny, assorted uncles and aunts - including my own Mum with me present as just a big pregnant bump - and cousins. A world not just from another continent but also another era.
A world that Ron has definitely moved on from. But I can see his Dad in him, and know thereis much of my Mum in me.
And it is still that past that glues all of us who shared in it, together.
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