CHAPTER 6
When I went inside the cabin, I found my grandmother alone in her customary window-seat, sipping cider and ignoring the book open on her lap. The rain was lashing at the window beside her, obscuring her view of the lake, but she didn't seem to mind.
In fact, she seemed in quite good spirits.
I couldn't see any sign of Odd. I had no doubt those two things were related.
"Is he gone?" I asked after I had hung my jacket across three hooks in the mudroom to dry.
"Just out for a walk," she said. But there was such a merry tone in her voice.
"Mormor, what did you do to him?" I asked.
"Nothing!" she said. "I just set him straight on a few things. He spends so much time in the deepest past he can access, it's no wonder he's not keeping up with how this world changes."
"Okay," I sa
