As he leaned over, she hugged him tight, and whispered in his right ear. “You have to stop asking about me, Daddy,” she said. He froze against her. He tried to push her away so that he could see her face, but her grip was viselike around his neck. “How did you know?” he asked. “Jennifer told me,” she said. “She told me after she brought the sad people to the lady by the sea.” My God, my God . . . “You can see Jennifer?” “I’ve always been able to see her.” “Sam, I don’t—” “Listen, Daddy. Please. We can’t talk about it. We just can’t.” “But why?” “Because it’s not time, not yet.”
