CALL HIM DEMONChapter 1. Wrong UncleA LONG TIME afterward she went back to Los Angeles and drove past Grandmother Keatons house. It hadnt changed a great dealreally but what had seemed an elegant mansion to her childish 1920 eyes was now a big ramshackle frame structure gray withscaling paint.After twenty-five years the—insecurity—wasnt there any more but there still persisted a dull irrational remembered uneasinessan echo of the time Jane Larkin had spent in that house when she was nine a thin big-eyed girl with the Buster Brown bangs sofashionable then.Looking back she could remember too much and too little. A childs mind is curiously different from an adults. When Jane wentinto the living-room under the green glass chandelier on that June day in 1920 she made a dutiful round of the family kissingthem all. Grandmother Keaton and chilly Aunt Bessie and the four uncles. She did not hesitate- when she came to the newuncle—who was different.The other kids watched her with impassive eyes. They knew. They saw she knew. But they said nothing just then. Jane realizedshe could not mention the—the trouble—either until they brought it up. That was part of the silent etiquette of childhood. But thewhole house was full of uneasiness. The adults merely sensed a trouble something vaguely wrong. The children Jane saw knew.Afterward they gathered in the back yard under the big date-palm. Jane ostentatiously fingered her new necklace and waited. Shesaw the looks the others exchanged—looks that said Do you think she really noticed And finally Beatrice the oldest suggestedhide-and-seek.We ought to tell her Bee