other children, Sebastianâs brothers and sistersâeach older from two years to twelveâwatched from a safe distance, peering around corners, because they had each spent time shut in the black basement and did not wish to incur their fatherâs wrath.
âFerko.â
He looked up from the book to find Jenâs head in the stairwell. She tromped down the steps in sweats and a T-shirt. She must have kept clothes at her dadâs for her frequent visits (and naps) on the weekends.
âI canât believe he gave you required reading.â
âHe found the books himself.â Dr. Yoder was at the top of the stairs now, taking them one after another. âFerko is naturally curious about ghosts.â
He wasnât sure if Dr. Yoder was being sarcastic, though it was true enough. Perhaps it showed. âCan I borrow this book?â Ferko asked.
âYou can have it.â Dr. Yoderâs legs were visible now, more and more of him with each step. âI have a box of them in the basement.â
âWeâre going to the pharmacy,â Jen said.
âIâve got to go,â Ferko said.
âWeâll meet you out front, Dad.â
She walked him to his car. âI fell asleep.â
âI wondered.â Her face looked misshapen, her eyes puffy.
âIsnât my dad sweet?â she said, perking up.
Ferko waved the book, an affirmative answer.
She leaned against his car. âWe had fun, right?â
They had, but he wasnât saying.
âWe should do it again,â she said.
âWill I ever be the same?â
âDonât be dramatic.â
Dr. Yoder stood on the steps, locking the front door.
âThanks for the book,â Ferko called.
âNice to see you, Ferko. Stop by anytime.â
âIsnât that cute?â Jen asked him. âNice to see you?â
âI heard that,â Dr. Yoder said.
First, Mary Beth grew hungry. Then she grew tired. Then a shaft of sunlight found its way through the leaves on the trees and fell directly on her arm. She moved out of its way. And all this time, while one baseball game ended and another began, no one came up or down the path or through the woods at all that she could discern. No strangers and no one she knew. No dragonflies flitted by. Or fairies, either. She stood and stretched her legs. She even hopped off the tree, careful not to get her pants caught by the prickles. Then she climbed up again and sat, and the girl was standing in front of her.
Mary Beth nearly fell to the ground.
âWhy are you here?â the girl said. Her hair was still in pigtails, the same fuzzy braids as the day before.
Mary Beth recovered. âIâm waiting for you.â
âItâs my house, not yours.â The girl looked at the fallen tree.
âOf course,â Mary Beth said. She shifted backward on the tree to give the girl room to hop on. When the girl didnât, Mary Beth stood to get off.
âYouâre invited to stay.â The girl put her hand on the tree to claim her space. âFor tea.â
âOkay.â Mary Beth sat again. The tree shaft here was narrower, and Mary Beth straddled it like the back of a horse. The girl sat cross-legged and faced her.
She made an elaborate show of preparing the teaâfilling the kettle with water and putting it on the flameâand while they waited for the water to boil Mary Beth thought of things she might say (she had a lot of questions), though she didnât wish to ask them in a way that would upset the girl and destroy the camaraderie they were now developing. Mary Beth had just come up with a question she thought innocent enough and nonthreateningâwhat plans did the girl have for the summer?âwhen the girl began to whistle, a single, unsteady note, like a boiling teakettle.
âOh,â Mary Beth said.
âThe tea is ready.â
The girl placed teacups on saucers and poured the tea, slowly and
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