“ ‘It wasn’t the Devil in that bathroom,’ I said. ‘It was an angry man, a tall, good-looking, vain man. He got past the guards and yanked me right out of sleep. And then Goblin, my Goblin’—I looked at him at the foot of the bed and saw him anxiously eyeing Fr. Kevin—‘my Goblin, he broke the glass to drive the man away from me. He sent the glass flying at the man and the man couldn’t see Goblin any more than you can. The man didn’t know what was happening. You’ve got to understand, Goblin isn’t from the Devil. There has to be some in-between kind of spirit that’s neither devil nor angel. There has to be.’

“Fr. Kevin nodded. ‘Maybe you’re right,’ he said, to my surprise. He looked off for a moment in an almost dreamy way, then back to me. I found him distractingly handsome. It wasn’t just the true red hair and the green eyes, it was the alert expression and the excellent proportions of his face, the shortness of the nose and the length of his full mouth. His voice was kind.

“ ‘Two years ago,’ he said, ‘or maybe less, I wouldn’t have believed you. But now? Since coming South I’ve heard so much of ghosts and family curses that I’m more flexible of mind and disposition.’ He paused. ‘But I’ll tell you this. Whether they come from the Devil or inside our brains, whether they’re ghosts or disembodied beings with no true origin, spirits don’t do us any good. I’m sure of it.’

“Goblin was becoming agitated. He was staring at Fr. Kevin with a cold hate.

“ ‘No, Goblin,’ I said. ‘Don’t do anything, Goblin.’ In a sudden fit of alarm, I looked around. There was a mirror above the lavatory. What if he broke it into fragments? He knew he could do this now!

“Goblin, the Learner.

“Goblin looked at me with the strangest smile, as if to say, Don’t you think I know better?

“ ‘Listen, he’s here,’ I said to Fr. Kevin. ‘You can’t see him but he’s at the foot of the bed. And it’s rude to him to speak in his presence as if he were evil. He isn’t evil. How he became attached to me, I don’t know. Maybe he was just drifting, drifting and looking for someone who could see him, and then I came along, a child who had the gift. And we made our little brotherhood, him and me. I have no answers. But he saved me tonight. He saved me with an extraordinary show of strength. He broke the glass, not me, and I don’t want him to think for one moment that I am ungrateful.’