“Do you believe in ghosts?” Annette just sort of blurted out.
Sara and Seth both looked up at their new friend with
surprise. “Well,” Sara stalled, “I guess I do.” She remembered
the night Solomon had visited her in her bedroom after her
brother and his friend had shot him, but she hadn’t really
thought about him being a ghost that night; she’d just been
so glad to see her beloved feathered friend.
“Well, do you believe in ghosts?” Seth asked, staring
intently at Annette’s serious face.
Annette gazed at Seth and then at Sara, who both sat
quietly, each waiting to hear the answer.
“No, I just wondered if you did,” Annette answered abruptly.
“Hey, let’s swing.” And without taking the time to execute
a perfectly calculated leap from the platform as she
usually did, Annette grabbed the swinging rope
and jumped off as if she couldn’t do so fast enough. . . .