That night...
Jane closed her eyes and tried to hear her Grandfather’s voice again. If there was any place where she should hear it, it would be here. But no such luck. Hmmm. Maybe it was the noise of the disco that drowned out any real chance of deep contemplation or connection to the spirit world. Maybe it was just the fact that the last time she had sat there and heard her Grandfather’s voice had been the day of his funeral, so of course her mind had been focused on him. But still, it troubled her that she could not remember the sound of his voice.
