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I replied, "Machiavelli."

She smiled at Bellarosa. "John's not much of a talker. But he pays attention."

"Your husband's a smart man."

Susan beamed proudly. Well, no, actually, she crossed her legs and sat back. A

Susan smiled in return. Why wasn't I smiling?

A

"She lied about the plumbing," Bellarosa said.

A

"Jesus Christ."

"It's a ballroom."

"What?"

"And the room where we got the TV is the drawing room." She looked at Susan.

"Tell him what that is."

Susan explained, "That's the room to which guests withdraw after di

And so Susan gave the Bellarosas a crash course in great-house floor plans. Interestingly, however, she did it with some humour and self-effacement as if it were all very silly, thus not making the Bellarosas feel that they were vulgar half-wits who had no business living in a house they couldn't understand. This was a new Susan.

Meanwhile, I tried to figure out how I started the evening in an Irish pub and ended it as part of the Bellarosa family. Obviously none of this was happening. I'd wake up at Locust Valley station, get off the train, and try it again. Bellarosa said to Susan, "Come on. I'll show you my pride and joy. The conservatory."

This didn't seem to include me, so I remained seated as Susan stood. Lady Stanhope and Squire Bellarosa walked off. I turned to A

She shook her finger at me. "I know you from someplace."

"Have you ever been to Plato's Retreat?"

"No…'

"I have a familiar face. Or maybe you saw my picture in the post office or the newspapers."

"You in the papers?"

"The local paper sometimes." I added, "I recognized your husband, for instance, the first time I saw him in person. I felt I knew him from seeing him so many times on TV and in the papers."

She looked embarrassed, and I felt just a bit sorry I'd said that. Henceforth, I would assume that A

She said, "Maybe this move was good for us. Maybe Frank will meet nice people here, like you and Susan." She lowered her voice. "I don't like some of the people Frank has to do business with."

Little did she know I might be one of them. I was not altogether surprised that Frank the Bishop Bellarosa's wife thought he was a good man who only needed a few good people to get him on the path to salvation. She did not have a clue about her husband's commitment to villainy and perhaps outright evil. We made small talk for a few minutes, and as we spoke, I removed my glasses and looked her right in the eyes. She hesitated for a second or two, then I think it was starting to come to her. I expected her to jump up and run the eighty feet out of the room. But she must have rejected as absurd whatever had popped into her tiny brain, and she went back to her chatting.

Normally, if left alone with a woman in this sort of situation, I'd do a little mild flirting, just to be polite, or to show I was still alive down where my oxford shirt ended. Sometimes, too, I flirt because I am honestly filled with lust. But I'd sworn off flirting, at least until the start of next Lent. And even if I hadn't sworn off, I wasn't going to screw around the Caesar's wife. Poor A

Still, I did stare at her mountainous bumpers, and she smiled openly at me. To be honest, after Frank, A

"A

"I want to ask you something."

The top part of the hostess pyjamas, in case I hadn't mentioned it, was kind of loose and open. So when she leaned toward me, like it or not, I could see where those tremendous hooters lived. Mamma mia, those tits weighed more than Susan.

"John… this is a silly question, but…"

"Yes?" I tried to maintain eye contact.

Her hand went to the cross dangling free over her cleavage, and she fingered it.

"I asked Susan, and she said no… but are there any stories about ghosts?"

"Ghosts?"

"Ghosts. You know? In this house. Like you hear with the big old houses. Like on TV." She looked at me as she continued to play with the cross. "Oh…" I thought a moment, then remembered a ghost story. I said, "Well, there is a story that I've heard… but it's really not worth repeating." Her free hand reached out and touched mine. "Tell me." "Well… all right. Some years ago, it seems there was a governess here who looked after the two Barrett children, Katie and… Miles. The governess, an attractive young woman, came to suspect that Katie was… well, possessed by the ghost of the former governess, a woman named Miss Jessel -" "Oh!" She squeezed my hand. "No!"

"Yes. And to make matters worse, Miles was possessed by the ghost of the former estate manager, an evil man named Peter."

A

I never thought of that. Why not? Better him than me. I said, "Well, Peter, I understand, was about my age, my build -"

"Oh, my God."

"Maybe I shouldn't go on."

"No. Go on. I have to know."

"All right. Well, from what I've been told, the governess made a startling deduction. She was convinced that the dead estate manager, Peter, and the dead governess, Miss Jessel, were continuing their mortal sexual affair through the possessed bodies of the young sister and brother."

"No!" She released my hand and made a quick sign of the cross, then fell back in her chair. "In this house? Where? Which room?"

"Well… the guest room." I didn't want a fainter on my hands, so I said, "I think that's enough. And I don't believe any of it -" "No, John. Tell me the rest. Tell me!"

So, ever the good guest, I continued, "There were some people who thought that the new governess was actually having an affair with the boy, Miles, who was of course only the i

She nodded her head as she tried to catch her breath. My, she had actually grown pale. "Yes… I won't… John, are they still here?"

"The Barretts?"

"No, the ghosts."

"Oh… I don't know." I was feeling a wee bit like a bad boy, so I added, "I doubt it. They were only interested in sex."

"My God…" She made the sign of the cross again and informed me, "We had a priest here to bless the house before we moved in."

"There you go. Nothing to worry about. Can I get you some sherry? Grappa?" "No. I'm okay." She continued to hold on to her cross, blocking my view of Joy Valley.

I glanced at my watch. About twenty minutes had passed since Susan and Frank had taken a walk, and I was begi