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“Not here it isn’t,” Andie said, a
“You’ve only seen this woman once,” De
“I thought I saw a ghost across the pond, and I think Alice saw her, too, but she wouldn’t say so. In fact, she refused to look that way at all, which is what made me think she saw her, too.” She looked over at Alice who was chomping into her pizza again, ignoring them with great purpose. “I’ve talked with her dead aunt several times. I thought I was dreaming, but now I don’t know. I’m new to all of this, I’m still getting it sorted out.”
“I thought you said the ghost was at the foot of Alice’s bed.”
“There’s a rocking chair there that Alice talks to. It rocks on its own. Mrs. Crumb thinks it’s the really old ghost that I saw at the pond, but I think it’s the ghost of Alice’s aunt who died this June. A new ghost.” She has that new-ghost smell…
“Uh huh. Well, Miss, uh…”
“Mrs. Archer,” Andie said, looking around for Mrs. Crumb. “But you can call me Andie.”
“Andie,” De
“No,” Andie said. “My mother is not uncaring.” My father was, but my mother is just odd.
“-or possibly not,” De
“Look, I’m not a believe-in-ghosts kind of woman.”
De
“So we’ll just leave my mother out of it.”
De
“I’m done now,” Alice said, as Andie wiped pizza sauce off her bat necklace, and she slid off the chair and went upstairs to get ready for bed, Carter close behind her.
At the end of the long table, Kelly waved to her. “We need to talk about the séance,” she called.
“The séance?” Andie said, looking at De
He rolled his eyes.
“So you don’t believe in séances.”
“I’m here to provide skepticism,” he said.
“Oh, that’s why you’re the counterpoint. And Kelly’s the believer?”
“No, I believe that’s Mrs. Hammersmith, the medium. She’s due to arrive tomorrow. She apparently had an engagement with the Other Side tonight.”
“Would a séance do any good?”
De
“You are not much help,” Andie said, exasperated. “You and Boston Ulrich-”
“Don’t put me in the same sentence with that man,” De
“Really,” Andie said, impressed. “I read you were on a panel together-”
“Complete charlatan. Advertises himself as an academic and a… ghostbuster.” De
Okay, don’t mention Boston Ulrich again. “De
De
“Okay, then,” Andie said, ignoring Kelly’s call for a chat and De
So much for an expert opinion, she thought, and went to help Mrs. Crumb handle four overnight guests.
An hour later, after a scowling Mrs. Crumb had taken Southie, Kelly, De
Kelly was relentlessly cheerful and clearly up to something.
“There you are.” She swept up to Andie as she came in, her sharp little face avid under her feathered blond hair. “Where have you been?”
“Putting the kids to bed,” Andie said, as Southie followed her into the room. “So what is it that you’re doing here exactly?”
“Let me get you a drink,” Southie said to Andie. “You deserve one.” He went over to the table behind the sofa where Mrs. Crumb had arranged the decanters, and Andie watched him, ignoring Kelly so she could see his face when he realized all they had was peppermint schnapps, Amaretto, and the bastard brandy that Mrs. Crumb was so fond of. He came back and said, “My God.”
“I know,” Andie said sympathetically. “But it’s alcohol.”
“Plus it’s been decanted,” Southie said gloomily. “God knows what label that stuff was.”
“Is there a top-shelf peppermint schnapps?” Andie said, and he gri
“On the bright side,” he told her, “I have a Bert and Ernie bedspread in my room. Let me guess: Alice is your decorator.”
“It made her happy,” Andie said, laughing at the thought of Bert and Ernie and Southie sleeping together.
“It makes me happy, too,” Southie said.
“Just get me something to drink,” Kelly said.
“I’ll make a run to a liquor store tomorrow,” Southie told her. “Assuming the road doesn’t wash out in this storm.” He looked at the decanters again. “No, even if the road is washed out. I can walk it for decent booze. For tonight, I’ll make you a… something.”
“Aren’t you leaving tomorrow?” Andie said, but he had already headed back to the booze, leaving Kelly to smile fixedly at Andie. The smile didn’t reach her eyes.
“You asked what am I doing here?” Kelly said. “I’m researching ghosts. Do you have any?”
“No,” Andie said, not pla
“I’ve been interviewing your Mrs. Crumb,” Kelly went on, and Andie thought, Oh, hell. “She tells me the house has been haunted for centuries.”
“She’s often wrong.”
“She says the house was brought over from England, and the ghosts came with it.”
“Yeah, how would that work, exactly?” Andie said. “I’m not up on my ghost rules, but wouldn’t they be sort of stuck in the old country?”
Kelly leaned closer. “Evidently,” she said, a thrill in her voice, “they’re tied to the house.”
“Kelly, there are no ghosts,” Andie said, and thought about siccing May on her. Let Kelly get quizzed about her lovers for a change. It was bound to be a longer conversation than she’d had with Andie.
“You know how we’ll be sure?” Kelly said, light in her eyes. “When we hold the séance. Isolde was booked today, but she’s driving down tomorrow-”
“No.”
“Well, let’s keep an open mind.” Kelly looked across the room to where Southie was talking with De
“I beg your pardon?”
“You and North,” Kelly said, impervious to chill. “I understand you’re together again? That’s why you’re down here taking care of his children?”