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."