Abby Craig.”
I couldn’t help but laugh and I was glad the mood of our conversation had lightened up. And then I made a decision.
“You see,” I said.
It was an awkward start, but David was listening.
“Well, I see ghosts sometimes. And I’ve seen Spenser and I’m just trying to help him.”
I couldn’t look at David as I spoke, resting my eyes instead on the dog tied up outside to a chair. When I glanced back, he had a huge grin on his face and his energy danced around him.
“That’s fantastic. But for reals? You’re serious? You’re like that girl on that TV show who wears those wigs and false eyelashes? I love her! Have you seen her new series?”
“No. Yeah. It’s true. I see ghosts.”
“Wow,” he said. “Just wow.”
He leaned back and ate some of the fries, moving the plate over between us. I took a few.
“So you think he wants to tell her something? Like the winning numbers for the Lotto?”
“I don’t know. But it’s something serious. I don’t know what it is. Maybe there’s more to how he died and he’s trying to tell Mo. He’s sad. And lost.”
“Oh, my God. Maybe something’s going to happen to Mo. Is it your experience that ghosts come back to warn people?”
I shrugged. I didn’t really have that much experience with ghosts. Just three. And they were all so different.
“I’ve only talked to a few of them. Maybe he just wants to say he’s sorry for something. Or that he misses her. If they were close, it’s probably something like that. That’s my guess, but I’m not really sure.”
Kings of Leon poured out through the speakers. It was getting crowded. I looked at my watch. It was already close to four.
“I couldn’t agree more,” David said, listening to the music as he eyed John from behind. “I wonder if these guys were thinking of a delicious little waiter when they wrote this song. Probably not, huh?”
“David, please try to focus here. The bottom line is that I need Mo to listen to what I have to say. Spenser is around me because of her. And he keeps popping up.”
“Scary.”
“It is scary.”
I told him about how Spenser showed up in the goal box when I was practicing soccer.
“That doesn’t surprise me. He was a player on one of those club teams. The family was really involved in all that. Like, traveling all weekend, going to California and Idaho for tournaments. That’s what Mo told me once anyway.”
“One more thing,” I said. “I know this is probably asking for the moon, but I hope you can plug that hole you have in your gut just this once. I really don’t need this getting out all over town, you know, that I see ghosts.”
“For you, Abby Craig, I’ll stick a cork in it where the sun don’t shine.”
“Too much information, David.Way too much information.”
CHAPTER 23
Kate was in the kitchen making dinner and I brought out my computer and sat in the living room googling Spenser McSorley to see what I could find out. When I saw all the stories on his accident, I kicked myself for not doing it sooner.
There wasn’t really too much beyond what David had told me, but there were a lot of articles covering the basics. Straight forward crime accounts about how a student from High Desert Middle School had been killed in a hit-and-run accident. I also found some photos. It was nice seeing Spenser without scars and smiling. I found his sixth grade school portrait, pictures of him with his soccer team, and shots of him with his family that showed Mo as I had remembered her from high school.
Spenser McSorley seemed like a happy kid, posing for the camera like he had his entire life in front of him.
I wondered if he had had Olympic soccer dreams too. He was a good athlete. He played goalkeeper on a club team that had gone on to win the State Championship. It didn’t surprise me. I could tell he knew his stuff that day when we played together on the field. Even though his ghostly hands now put him at a decided
I couldn’t help but laugh and I was glad the mood of our conversation had lightened up. And then I made a decision.
“You see,” I said.
It was an awkward start, but David was listening.
“Well, I see ghosts sometimes. And I’ve seen Spenser and I’m just trying to help him.”
I couldn’t look at David as I spoke, resting my eyes instead on the dog tied up outside to a chair. When I glanced back, he had a huge grin on his face and his energy danced around him.
“That’s fantastic. But for reals? You’re serious? You’re like that girl on that TV show who wears those wigs and false eyelashes? I love her! Have you seen her new series?”
“No. Yeah. It’s true. I see ghosts.”
“Wow,” he said. “Just wow.”
He leaned back and ate some of the fries, moving the plate over between us. I took a few.
“So you think he wants to tell her something? Like the winning numbers for the Lotto?”
“I don’t know. But it’s something serious. I don’t know what it is. Maybe there’s more to how he died and he’s trying to tell Mo. He’s sad. And lost.”
“Oh, my God. Maybe something’s going to happen to Mo. Is it your experience that ghosts come back to warn people?”
I shrugged. I didn’t really have that much experience with ghosts. Just three. And they were all so different.
“I’ve only talked to a few of them. Maybe he just wants to say he’s sorry for something. Or that he misses her. If they were close, it’s probably something like that. That’s my guess, but I’m not really sure.”
Kings of Leon poured out through the speakers. It was getting crowded. I looked at my watch. It was already close to four.
“I couldn’t agree more,” David said, listening to the music as he eyed John from behind. “I wonder if these guys were thinking of a delicious little waiter when they wrote this song. Probably not, huh?”
“David, please try to focus here. The bottom line is that I need Mo to listen to what I have to say. Spenser is around me because of her. And he keeps popping up.”
“Scary.”
“It is scary.”
I told him about how Spenser showed up in the goal box when I was practicing soccer.
“That doesn’t surprise me. He was a player on one of those club teams. The family was really involved in all that. Like, traveling all weekend, going to California and Idaho for tournaments. That’s what Mo told me once anyway.”
“One more thing,” I said. “I know this is probably asking for the moon, but I hope you can plug that hole you have in your gut just this once. I really don’t need this getting out all over town, you know, that I see ghosts.”
“For you, Abby Craig, I’ll stick a cork in it where the sun don’t shine.”
“Too much information, David.Way too much information.”
CHAPTER 23
Kate was in the kitchen making dinner and I brought out my computer and sat in the living room googling Spenser McSorley to see what I could find out. When I saw all the stories on his accident, I kicked myself for not doing it sooner.
There wasn’t really too much beyond what David had told me, but there were a lot of articles covering the basics. Straight forward crime accounts about how a student from High Desert Middle School had been killed in a hit-and-run accident. I also found some photos. It was nice seeing Spenser without scars and smiling. I found his sixth grade school portrait, pictures of him with his soccer team, and shots of him with his family that showed Mo as I had remembered her from high school.
Spenser McSorley seemed like a happy kid, posing for the camera like he had his entire life in front of him.
I wondered if he had had Olympic soccer dreams too. He was a good athlete. He played goalkeeper on a club team that had gone on to win the State Championship. It didn’t surprise me. I could tell he knew his stuff that day when we played together on the field. Even though his ghostly hands now put him at a decided
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