For a baby she throws a powerful spell,” said Denver.
“No more powerful than the way I loved her,” Seth answered and there it was again. The welcoming cool of chiseled headstones; the one she selected to lean against on tiptoe, her knees wide open as any grave. Pink as a fingernail it was, and sprinkled with glittering chips. Ten minutes, he said. You got ten minutes I’ll do it for free.
Seth is super easily sucked into the past: all the baby ghost has to do is throw something, and Seth’s thinking about the headstone she got for the baby. Clearly, Seth’s not thinking about the state of the furniture or the house. So which is more powerful: the spell or the love?