Leave them alone, my mother said. Let them be.
But I couldn’t. My great grandmother’s crystal balls — needed to be cleaned. Cleansed is a better word — I think.
Mother Adams — my great grandmother– Frank and Lucinda’s daughter– was clairvoyant and worked as a medium. Smoke and mirrors, my mother says.
Mother Adams had nightly seances and redeemed spirits in her basement church. A racket — a scam, my mother says.
But — ever since the cleansing — things are different — quieter even.
It’s a good thing. I am happy about it. Truly.
But — I do miss those orbs of light — especially the demurely lovely, serenely beautiful purple ones — the ones that would just show up — gently floating — unannounced — out of nowhere — at any time — but, mostly at night or when people came over.
Everything ok? My mother would say — with a wink.
My eyes always popped open whenever I’d see one. But — not now — not after the cleansing. Now — we just have feathers showing up — unannounced — out of thin air. Should probably clean Mother Adams’ china cabinet.
It doesn’t need to be cleaned, my mother said. Let it go.
Cleansed is a better word — I think.