Olive reached in now, feeling for the treasure she’d stashed there: Mama’s silver necklace with the broken chain. She pulled it out and took it into the house. She brought it to her room, where she took the silver amulet off the broken chain and polished it with toothpaste (she’d seen Mama polish silver this way). She didn’t have a new chain for it, but she had a thin leather cord left over from a leather craft kit Mama had given her. She put the silver pendant onto the cord, tied a knot at the ends, and slipped it around her neck, tucking it under her shirt.

After seeing the symbol on the floor at Dicky’s hotel the day before last, she felt that the necklace, the symbol itself, was important. She couldn’t stop thinking about it. And Olive had this idea then that wearing it might help act as a magnet, might pull Mama closer to her or at least bring Olive closer to finding out where Mama had gone.

Mama had called it her I see all necklace; maybe, just maybe, it would help Olive see things, too.

Aunt Riley would understand. She believed in things like having visions and magical necklaces. But no way could Olive tell Riley about finding her mom’s necklace. Not yet anyway. She’d keep it a secret for just a little while.

Necklace tucked safely under her shirt, guiding her in some new strange way, she went down the hall to Daddy’s room. Like it or not, she now thought of it as his room, not their room any longer. It was partly because her mother had been gone so long and partly because it was a completely different room now. It had bigger closets, a door to the bathroom right from the bedroom. A new, much larger window.

“Your mama always loved the view of the mountains from here,” Daddy had said when he planned it. And Olive remembered her mother looking out at the mountains, saying they looked like a sleeping giant.

“Don’t you think, Ollie?” she’d asked. “Look, there are his feet, his legs, his round belly. And there are his shoulders, his chin and nose.”

And Olive saw the shape of the man in the mountains but was frightened, because she was little and the idea of a giant right outside their door scared her. “How long has he been sleeping?”

“Oh, a long, long time, I think,” Mama said. “Maybe since back before there were people here, even.”

“What if he wakes up, Mama? What if he wakes up and finds out that everything’s different? What if he’s angry?”

Her mother had smiled. “I don’t think that’s anything we have to worry about, Ollie.”