Erin turned her head, trying to see what her aunt saw but there seemed to be nothing unusual about the chattering clones other than their lack of depth. She shrugged it off, picking up the tray and turning again to murmur something soothing to the woman and almost screamed.
Aunt Josephine wasn't solid anymore.
For a minute, Erin thought there was something wrong with her eyes. Surely there was some smoke from a neighbor burning leaves that made her aunt seem so. But the only smell in the air was the tang of the salsa and a hint of lilac perfume. Eyes wide, she reached to touch Jo's hand but couldn't, her fingers passing right through her.
Aunt Josephine sat, her gaze still in the distance, apparently not noticing anything.
"Aunt Jo!" Erin's shrieks finally got the attention of the clones and her mother, but by the time they looked there was nothing to see anymore. Just a half eaten hors d'oeuvre on the colorful cushion of the chair. And while the whole group searched, they couldn't find a trace of the woman anywhere in the house or the surrounding yard.