A woman with long fingers and darkly painted finger nails overshadows my arm ... standing close. Urging me to listen to watch as an old lady in white drifts close to my left. I listen and fail to hear because they refuse to speak. There is no malice in the eyes which watch me here. They are related not to I but to another. 'There where there is an absence on earth ... they come to impress that the little one is 'most definitely NOT with them ... the little one is still with companion on earth; very much alive ... suffering what wee bairns do in the cold ... sniffling nose and running eyes or is it something which is regular for that very much sweet child ....' 'Emily'
'Cotes'
'Sister Anne!'
(I have a feeling that something will perhaps be found ... but if the little girl is currently on the move ... how can that which is lifted from somewhere be that very much alive little child?)
