“And does that prove you don’t love him?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Does that prove you don’t love him enough?”
“I didn’t say that either.”
Sarah threw out her arms in a gesture of bewilderment.
“I said we didn’t love him right,” Adelaide continued.
Sarah gazed in silence at her daughter. She was awed by the conciseness of the answer, however little she understood it. Then, fronting her, she put her question.
“Why?”
The girl shook her head.
“It’s not our fault. It’s in the house. It’s the spirit here. I can’t explain. But you should understand. We can’t help it. But he feels it. Yes,—he feels it.”