There is a place in my house, if I am sitting just right for a few minutes, where there is an overwhelming smell of my grandmother’s condo in Martinez. It is a comforting smell, almost like Barbara is watching over me. I don’t have anything of hers that has retained the smell of her house, and the room in which I smell it has none of her items at all.
There are also odd sounds in the middle of the night. I live in a mobile home, so it’s not the house “settling” like it would be in a stick-built
