I went about the rest of my day just fine. Nothing else happen and I was in a sweet, chipper mood. I got lots of compliments on my unique style of dress from the carnies at the fair I went to.

I can picture exactly who did it. She had shoulder length hair, or maybe just above…it was reddish brown. She’s out of the 1940s. 30s, even. She’s very beautiful and kind. She wears a fancy, sparkly dress.

It’s just the most amazing and scary experience, hearing someone that’s not there. There’s nothing like it.

Fare-thee-well.