boxer shorts and a tank top, her eyes looked sleepy, and Gretchen realized that it was probably now three in the morning. âIâm Hope. Whatâs your name?â
âGretchen.â
âHi, Gretchen. Can you tell us what happened?â
She looked at Hope and Hawk, their faces grave. Hopeâs eyes were full of understanding. Her brother looked more worried, and though he was older, he somehow seemed frail compared to Hope; something about her seemed grounded, strong. She studied Hawkâs face: high cheekbones and a wide jaw, thick eyebrows and full lips. His hair was cut shorter on the sides and long in the middle. He had a perfectly symmetrical face, the kind anyone would want to photograph.
Gretchen took a breath and said, âWe have to call 911.â
âStart from the beginning,â Hope said.
âI came here to help Esther with the house. . . . I . . . she wanted me to come up to the darkroom,â Gretchen stammered. âI only turned around for a minute . . . she drank . . . she drank poison.â
Hawk and Hope exchanged a look, and Gretchen had the feeling that what had happened was no surprise. Hawkâs shoulders slumped and Hopeâs eyes immediately filled with tears.
âTheyâre all out there now, arenât they?â Hawk asked.
Hope shushed him. âStop with that,â she said, quickly wiping an eye. She took a deep breath and more tears fell down her cheeks. âNobodyâs really out there and you know it. Youâre gonna scare Gretchen.â
âItâs a little late for that,â Gretchen said. She thought again of Esther up in the attic, dead, with those animals lurking around her, and she shivered.
Hawk looked out the window. âI can see them, Hope,â he said. âI can see them and theyâre way past the barn now.â
Gretchen stood and looked out the window too. There was indeed a group of people congregating in the field beneath a tall maple.
Hope looked at her brother, concerned and skeptical.âThereâs nobody out there. Itâs not the anniversary yet. The only thing we got to worry ourselves with is making sure no accidents happen.â
Hawk and Gretchen watched what looked like an ethereal picnic beneath the stars. People sat in rows as if they were watching a play. And finally they scattered, screaming.
âYou can see it,â Hawk said.
âThis canât be real,â Gretchen said, scared but utterly transfixed. âIâve never seen anything like this before.â
He rested his forehead on the windowpane. âNeither have I,â he said.
Hope looked up, her eyes dark with terror. And Hawk nodded at her. âNot like this.â
Hope picked up her phone from the coffee table and dialed 911.
âIâd like to report a death at the Axton mansion,â she said quickly. âYes, Axton Road just past where it intersects with County Road 89. Yes. Past the old grange.â
Dear James,
I am thrilled about your graduation and homecoming. Pastor Axton has a nice ring to it, doesnât it? According to your mother they have already hired some Amish to start construction on a church next to the estate. I imagine that was your idea as the church can so easily be used as a safe haven. The house and offices of Axton Cotton and the trade route from Georgia to New York have been very convenient. I only hope you are right in your convictions about a new congregation. I know of no other integrated churchâthough admittedly my education is lacking.
You are inspiring, James, realizing your own convictions and dreams even as you help those around you. You are in my thoughts constantly, your smile, your wit. And your courage. I long to be beside you. And hope that it will be soon.
Because I have news: I have been accepted at Troy Female Seminary! This is still a secret as I am working up the courage to show my father the acceptance letter. You are the only one I have
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