The Clockworm and Other Strange Stories

"As Tonia watched the world slide by, strapped in her seat in the car, she felt another presence always, slightly to the right and behind, almost leaning against her, a pressure, an existence that was intimately reliable. This is good, she would think, and then there'd be an echo, 'I like it too.' The other voice always liked motion, and it soothed them both, to be lifted, to be carried, to be rocked, to be bathed. Tonia eventually called the other voice Vivian. Vivian was the ghost in her ...