“She certainly left her house to the right person, though I doubt she ever imagined Fiji would be stronger than Mildred herself ever was. If I remember correctly, Mildred considered Fiji the best of a weak lot.”

Chuy shook his head. “Mildred couldn’t imagine the scope of Fiji’s power.”

“And Fiji herself doesn’t know it yet.” The two were both smiling when Manfred answered the door.

“Glad you all were able to make it,” he said. “Please, come in. You want some water or lemonade? I’ve got some wine, but I don’t advocate drinking any alcohol before an attempt to get in touch with those who’ve gone ahead.”

“I’m sure you’re right,” Joe said, trying not to cast a sideways glance at Chuy, with whom he’d split a bottle of wine at dinner. “I don’t believe I need anything. Chuy?”

Chuy shook his head. “Is Olivia here yet?” he asked. “I haven’t seen her today.”

“I’m here,” she called from the kitchen, and Joe followed Manfred into his alleged kitchen. Joe looked around, trying to suppress his dismay. He couldn’t imagine cooking in the depressing and outdated little room.

“Do you cook much, Manfred?” Chuy said, managing to make his tone only inquisitive.

“No, I’m a microwave kind of guy,” Manfred said. “You cook, Olivia?”

“No,” she said, with a little astonishment in her voice. As if she couldn’t believe they were talking about something so unimportant when there was business to be done.

Joe sighed. He realized that once again, he was being reminded to be grateful for the love and nurturing of Chuy, who loved to cook and considered the preparation of good food to be an important part of his day. “So, we’re here to contact the dead,” he said. “Mrs. Goldthorpe, I assume?”

“Yeah,” Olivia said. Joe drew near enough to see that Olivia’s face was bruised.

“You’re okay?” he asked.

“You should see the other guy,” she said, without a smile.

Chuy put his hand on Olivia’s shoulder, and she did not pull away. She even seemed, after a moment, to relax just a little.

“So what’s the procedure?” Joe asked.

“You sound interested,” Manfred said.

“I am. I’ve never done this before,” Joe said. He didn’t need to contact the dead, since he could see them all the time, but he didn’t add that.

“I’m glad you’re open to the experience,” Manfred said briskly. “I’ve pulled this table out so there’s room for all of us.”

So at least the kitchen doesn’t always look this crammed, Joe thought.

“We all sit around it and hold hands. I’ll try to summon Rachel. If she won’t come, I’ll try to reach her husband, Morton. He may not be willing since I don’t have Rachel to use as an attraction, but I can try.”