“What are you? The Ghost of Christmas Past?”
“No. Gabriel, giver of dreams.”
“A dream,” she murmured, relieved.
“Tell me about your cousin Pamela.”
“She was a silly little hoarder.”
“You made a great show of concern for her sister at the funeral.”
“So what?”
“Do you covet her possessions?”
“Those two squirreled away their money, never helped anyone.”
“They were kind to many people. That’s your grandfather’s resentment rising in you. He was furious that conventional decency compelled him to help his widowed sister and her daughters.”
She gaped.
“His words reinforced in them a lifelong terror of loss.”
“No. Gabriel, giver of dreams.”
“A dream,” she murmured, relieved.
“Tell me about your cousin Pamela.”
“She was a silly little hoarder.”
“You made a great show of concern for her sister at the funeral.”
“So what?”
“Do you covet her possessions?”
“Those two squirreled away their money, never helped anyone.”
“They were kind to many people. That’s your grandfather’s resentment rising in you. He was furious that conventional decency compelled him to help his widowed sister and her daughters.”
She gaped.
“His words reinforced in them a lifelong terror of loss.”
