9-Year-Old Ralph's big brother has just died. The young boy is grief-stricken, and moves as if in a haze, through the unfamiliar rituals of the funeral and then family and friends at the house. That night he falls into a fitful sleep, only to awake a couple of hours later to a frightful sight in the hallway - a ghost. It is the classic, flowing white sheet variety of ghost, and when Ralph slowly approaches it and pulls the sheet off, he is surprised --but also elated-- to see his brother's face underneath, smiling down at him.
The two spend the next few hours laughing, joking and playing games together, finally rearranging the furniture in the living room and making a fort out of cushions, pillows and sheets, getting under the canopy and going to sleep next to each other. The next morning Ralph awakes to find his brother gone, his picture in the place where he had lain sleeping.
It was all just a dream. . . wasn't it?
The two spend the next few hours laughing, joking and playing games together, finally rearranging the furniture in the living room and making a fort out of cushions, pillows and sheets, getting under the canopy and going to sleep next to each other. The next morning Ralph awakes to find his brother gone, his picture in the place where he had lain sleeping.
It was all just a dream. . . wasn't it?
