Nobody spoke, not even a word from Lydia, who was usually pretty loquacious. We all kind of stumbled inside the house, then had a lunch together in the breakfast room, just tuna sandwiches and potato salad. Nobody ever spoke of our guide. It was as though we had been robbed of the words and we could only remember silently the sublime visitation. Though we never mentioned it among ourselves, I would have sworn that the person who brought Rhona, then Ted by abduction, was exactly the same person in a white robe who guided us back to the house. But they were not. The first one was decidedly diabolical. This more recent messenger could only have come from heaven.
For several days, we all lived together in virtual silence. It was neither solemn, nor sombre. In fact, no one seemed able to stop smiling. This was a joyful encounter, our first real taste of joy since coming to this godforsaken place.
So, we were supposed to stay here until we received the appointed visitor. At that time we didn't have a clue who it might be. We didn't even know who was the rightful owner of this house. We did find it odd that even though no one paid the electricity or heating bills, there seemed to be always power and heat. We didn't know at the time that everything was already being taken care of, nor by whom. But eventually that was sure to change, It would have to change. We could not go on living this way, in this suspended state of magical realism where all the laws of reason seemed every day to be getting turned on their head...
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