Her heart leapt when her son asked the question.
He was obviously moving into the age of spiritual awakening. There were never any signs before. Not until now. Not until this morning. He had come into the room yawning. It was a school day, so she had to make sure he was ready when the time came for them to leave. She knew that his question could easily lead to a very lengthy and highly significant conversation. It would make him late for school, to say the very least. Besides, she needed time to think about it all. She would discuss it with him when he came home. Meanwhile, she would make absolutely sure that she heard him right.
“Sorry dear, what did you say?”
“I said, did you hear the messages last night?”
She took a chance with a gentle probe. “What, on the phone you mean?”
“No, mum. The tapping, like some sort of message in Morse code.”
She smiled. “I may have done. I’m rather busy this morning honey, can we talk about it when you get home from school?”
He shrugged. “Sure.”
During the day she wondered who it was, trying to get in touch, from beyond. The most obvious candidate would be her late husband. They had spent a lifetime enjoying their common interest in the hereafter, often attending séances and spiritual meetings. She tried to understand why he would make contact with his son, rather than her. Regardless, it was a miracle that it was happening. When he got home she would sit with him and explain the phenomena of the spiritual world. The excitement and the anticipation of it built during the day. Yet again, she wondered, could it be that her late husband was trying to communicate? He said he would try.
Others, who live in a different world, may well wonder how long it will be before she realises that Blue Tits quite like pecking at paintwork.
