“What...?” I began to ask, but the scowl on Oak's face quickly
shut me up.
“Listen,” he said quietly, his right index finger pointing
upwards at thin air.
I looked at my husband as we both paused to listen, both of us
watching Oak as we did.
“Can you hear that?” he asked.
Personally I couldn't hear a thing, and told him so.
“Is somebody knocking at a door?” Edward asked.
Oak nodded cautiously.
“I can't hear it,” I said, already suspicious that this was
another one of his tricks.
“You have to listen carefully,” Edward said, his head cocked to
his left. “....There!” he continued, did you hear that?”
That time I thought I did hear something: a dull, distant thudding,
as if someone were knocking on a door at the other end of the
village.
