Califia's Ghost

            The moon cast a pale light upon grandfather, his shock of white, crazy hair was near impossible to look at without getting blinded. The grin on his face was even harder, but with me staying with him for the first time in five years; it’s hard not to get a little excited at the prospect.

            “Here we are.” Grandfather had led us from the garden path to a backdoor, leading to the kitchen. It was oddly small for such a large holding, but it had warmth to it that made up for the lacking in square footage.

             Sitting by the fire, a pleasantly plump woman sat, snoring as loud as a bear. Grandfather knocked lightly on the door frame. Sputtering, the old lady’s eyes snapped open to reveal a shocking shade of brown. Immediately, a smile burst to her lips.

            “Ah, welcome, you must be Califia!” Blushing slightly I smile.

            “It’s really just Cal, ma’am." She turns to grandfather, giving a knowing look.

            “Well, since you probably don’t know, I’m Ms. Magloire. I know your grandfather very well. A good grower, makes my ingredients of proper quality.” She reaches out, and I quickly walk over to shake her hand. Grip as strong as a plowman’s, but gentle at the same time.

            “This as you must know is my little domain.” She sweeps her arm across the room with a smug smile. After a longer look at the kitchen, you could tell she took great pride in it. Not one item or surface didn’t sparkle brighter than the sun. Everything was neatly put away.

            “It looks marvelous, very tidy, and organized.” This comment brought a glow of pride to the old woman’s face.

            “Well it has to be in top working order. Got to be ready for anything.” She nods gravely. Grandfather walked over and gave her a hug.

            “It seems like you two are getting along fine. Now Ms. Magloire will be showing you to your rooms. And I’ll see you in the morning.” Hugging me as well he made his exit.

            Giving me a warm smile, she interlocks our arms and leads me to my rooms for the summer.

            Just as we left, a chill runs up my spine.

Glancing back, I notice a figure of some sort illuminated in front of the fire. But as soon as I see it it’s gone once again, and I’m led away. The feeling of being watched still with me.