P.S.I. Part III -- Without Betsy . . .And Others

Chapter 18 -- Whose House is This, Anyway?

Home
Chapter 1 -- Stomping, Snorting Buck
Chapter 2 -- Pele or Meowzie?
Chapter 3 -- "High Tide"
Chapter 4 -- Three Phone Calls
Chapter 5 -- The Fire Pole
Chapter 6 -- "She's Got You Spoiled, Doesn't She?"
Chapter 7 -- Heartbreak Hotel
Chapter 8 -- Kentucky Christmas
Chapter 9 -- Betsy's Estate
Chapter 10 -- Alone With a Madwoman
Chapter 11 -- "Why, Ettie, why?"
Chapter 12 -- Three Starbursts
Chapter 13 -- Weep No More, My Lady
Chapter 14 -- 'Betsy's Revenge'
Chapter 15 -- The Geoff Papers
Chapter 16 -- The "Wedding Portrait"
Chapter 17 -- Silence Requested
Epilogue
Soundtrack

Even before Mike hung up the phone, he felt eyes upon him, although he was alone in the house.  The air felt heavy.
 
"Dear Tanner Family," Mike started.   "I'm making changes to the house.  I'm going to add a room here off the hallway, and turn the closet into a shrine to my beloved Betsy."
 
The air lightened, and could almost feel Mr. Tanner smiling; Vicksa starting to smile; and Olga still needing time to get used to the idea.
 
"Olga," Mike attempted.
 
He felt frowning.
 
"Uh, Mrs. Tanner, I realize that you are not in favor of any changes being made, but I am in charge here now."
 
He was starting to see her in his mind's eye.  She still wore the white dress she was wearing on the day she died.  Her fists were on her hips, and she had a "Harumph!" look on her face.
 
"I plan to begin construction as soon as I get everything lined up."