Here is the second part which I have the feeling will be separated from the last part by another part and there will be more later on. Again I am putting this away until November. And will work on it then. I hope you will see that there is a slight voice change here. although not entirely intentional I think it will be something that will continue to change. If you have any thought on that let me know.


The movers have left the boxes have been either emptied or moved to the basement. We have hung some warm blankets over the windows that seem to let in a frigid draft. but for the most part the smell of burning dust has left the air and the furnace is keeping the house cozy.

Having abandoned the fireplace a a primary source of warmth we have gotten the upstairs warm enough to get our daughter bathed. she is exited to be able to “swim” in the new tub. she loves bath time and we have made sure that the bath toys are unpacked. As I get her bath ready my husband get her bed made and find some bed time stories. The little quite cherub of a 3 year old follows me around the house. She is clingy and I am mystified by this as always. She was so exited and bubbly about the new house and ran around it before dinner but now she seem very cautious and nervous. Ah well her mercurial moods are always a mystery to me.
I kneel down to start to fill the tub my usually happy to get in the bath girl. Pulls me away from the tub.
“I don’t like that bath Mommy its scary.”
“Why is it scary sweetie?”
“Its cold and has shadows in it.”
As I turn back toward the tub a dark black shadow flits across the tub and disappears. My daughter has not moved and there is no one else in the room.
“Uhhh, Ok Sweetie, lets skip the bath tonight. Lets go to bed” I stammer as I scoop her up a little unnerved that I am jumpy because of a shadow.

We go into her bed room and I realize that the hall and the room are much warmer than the bathroom was.
“What no bath tonight in the new tub?”
“No Daddy” she say with such assurance he looks surprised.
“Yeah it is really cold in there.” I say feeling that is the lamest thing I could say just now. My husband and I lock eyes and he know that something is wrong.
We get her ready for bed and in an untypical fashion I stay through story time and we all cuddle in bed feeling the warmth and coziness of the room. I feel like something is waiting for us somewhere out side the warmth and security of this room.