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spoon high above the both of us.<br />
“Now you listen. I don’t take kindly to you stickin’ your nose inta my kitchen, uninvited. You either get outta my house, or you make yourself known,<br />
you hear? I won’t have you intrudin’ on this family. Been through nearabout enough already.”<br />
I didn’t have much time. The smell from Amma’s charm bag was making me kind of sick, to tell the truth, and I didn’t have a whole lot of<br />
experience at haunting—if this even qualified. I was completely out of my league.<br />
I stared at the Tunnel of Fudge cake. I didn’t want to eat it, but I knew I had to do something with it. Something to make Amma understand—just<br />
like Lena and the silver button.<br />
The more I thought about that cake, the more I knew what I had to do.<br />
I took a step toward Amma and her cake, ducking around the defensive spoon—and stuck my hand into the fudge, as far as I could. It wasn’t<br />
easy—it felt like I was trying to grab a handful of cement minutes before it hardened into actual pavement.<br />
But I did it anyway.<br />
I scooped out a big piece of chocolate cake, letting it topple off the side and slide onto the burner. I might as well have taken a bite out of it—<br />
that’s pretty much what the gaping hole in the side of the cake looked like.<br />
One giant ghostly bite.<br />
“No.” Amma stared, wide-eyed, holding the spoon in one hand and her apron in the other. “Ethan Wate, is that you?”<br />
I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. She must have felt something, though, because she lowered the spoon and dropped into the chair<br />
across from me, letting the tears flow like a baby in the cry room at church.<br />
Between the tears I heard it.<br />
Just a whisper, but I heard it as clearly as if she had shouted my name.<br />
“My boy.”<br />
Her hands were shaking as she held on to the edge of the old table. Amma might be one of the greatest Seers in the Lowcountry, but she was<br />
still a Mortal.<br />
I had become something else.<br />
I moved my hand over hers, and I could have sworn she slipped her fingers between mine. She rocked in her chair a little, the way she did when<br />
she was singing a hymn she loved or was just about to finish a particularly hard crossword.<br />
“I miss you, Ethan Wate. More than you know. Can’t bear to do my puzzles. Can’t recall how to cook a roast.” She wiped her hand across her<br />
eyes, leaving it on her forehead like she had a headache.<br />
I miss you, too, Amma.<br />
“Don’t go too far from home, not just yet. You hear me? I’ve a few things to tell you, one a these days.”<br />
I won’t.<br />
Lucille licked her paw and rolled it over her ears. She hopped down from the table and howled one last time. She started to walk out of the<br />
kitchen, stopping only to look back at me. I could hear what she was saying, as clearly as if she was speaking to me.<br />
Well? Come on, already. You’re wasting my time, boy.<br />
I turned and gave Amma a hug, reaching my long arms all the way around her tiny frame, as I had so many times before.<br />
Lucille stopped and cocked her head, waiting. So I did what I’d always done when it came to that cat. I got up from the table and followed.