"Seeing Deeper by Mary Soon Lee" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lee Mary Soon)

"Tomorrow," I said hoarsely. "We'll go tomorrow. Together."

"Promise?"

"I promise. Come inside."

She let me lead her indoors, drank some hot milk laced with brandy, then nestled beneath the comforter, her eyes dropping shut almost immediately.

I paced across the bedroom, watching her sleep. She was slipping further away from me, too far for me to reach. I considered calling a psychiatrist, or even her grandfather. But what if the psychiatrist said she was unstable? What if her grandfather told her Madeleine's soul was trapped?

Gradually, the moon crossed the sky, faint shadows washing across Geetha's face. It was five in the morning. I had thought of just one solution, and I wasn't proud of it. I'd plant a sapling in the grave for Geetha to discover.

Geetha shifted in her sleep, and I breathed out hard. I'd never lied to her before, yet I couldn't think of anything better to do.



It was quiet in the graveyard, the air suffused with a deep blue glow. Dew clung to my shoes as I walked over the yielding turf, a short sapling under one arm, the spade in the other. I kept glancing around, wondering how I'd explain myself if someone saw me digging open a grave.

It took me a moment to find the grave, as yet marked only by a plain wooden cross. But there were the little yellow socks, soggy with damp. I set the sapling to one side, hefted the spade, paused.

The sun was clearing the hillside, pink-gold light aching through the far trees. The air shimmered, and there before me -- where a moment ago there had been only emptiness -- stood a slender tree.

I leaned forward, rubbed my hand along the silvery bark, smooth as paper. Above me, emerald leaves flickered in iridescent dance, patterning the grass with pinpoints of reflected light.

I closed my eyes for a second, kneeling down on the wet ground. Something gentle rustled in the leaves overhead, something like a child's first laugh. When I opened my eyes, the tree was gone. I turned: the sapling I'd brought was also gone, the grass broken only by weathered tombstones and a few ordinary fall trees.

But it didn't matter. My faith is very limited; I knew Geetha would see more deeply.

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