Rain person?â
âI think so.â I felt the tightness in my throat start to loosen. âItâs happened twice. Two days ago and today.â
âSo thatâs why you acted so mad last night.â
I nodded. âAnd today, when the cabin door opened and she ââ
âWait a second. Cabin doors opening? Iâve passed by this island lots of times, Lizzie. I hate to tell you this, but there are no cabins on this island. Not anymore, at least.â
âWell, thereâs one in the middle of the island. Where your aunt wouldnât take you. Just a few logs left. But I saw all of it when I saw her. The whole thing was standing there.â
âYou saw the ghost of a cabin? In the flesh? I mean, in the wood?â
âDo you want to hear this or just kid around?â
âIâm all ears. Honest.â
âOkay. This is what I saw. I saw a cabin and five people. The guides donât really count âcause they didnât do much. They were twins. Did you ever hear of twin Indian guides in the area?â I looked at him looking at me. âYou donât believe me, do you?â
âYes. Believe it or not, I do. And are you lucky or what? What an incredible experience. What was it like? How did you feel? Never mind, I can tell. Did anyone tell you you donât suit pale green? Especially around the gills.â
âYou really do believe me?â
âSure, why not? Youâve never made up stories. If anything, you always tell things pretty straight out. Thatâs why you acted so weird last night. You couldnât tell it like it was, without running the risk of looking nutty. Besides, no one could look like theyâve seen a ghost more than you do. Correction ... ghosts.â He grinned. âYouâre just not the wild and crazy kind, Stringbean.â
âNo, Iâm not the wild and crazy kind. Iâm just plain old boring Lizzie. No imagination, dull, boring Lizzie, thatâs me.â
He stood up. âI didnât mean that. I just meant that youâre not ... you know ... crazy. Hysterical. Nutso!â He was getting louder. âI donât even know what weâre talking about half the time anymore. I say something and you jump all over me.â
I put my head down on my knees. He was right. I wasnât making any sense. Nothing made any sense. âYou want to hear something really crazy?â I said to my knees. âI mean,
really
crazy?â
âSure,â he said, sitting down again.
âThe crazy thing is I know Iâll put the glasses on again. I want to see more.â
âGlasses? What glasses? Maybe youâd better start at the beginning. Step by step.â
I went over the events again slowly, as much to set it clearer in my mind as to tell Alex. When I was finished, I lifted my head and looked at him. He was lying on his back, his arms above his head, long legs stretched out, black eyes watching me.
âStill think Iâm not nuts, Alex?â
He gave that some long, serious thought. I hit him in the stomach. âHey! That hurt.â But he was laughing.
âWell?â
âI never said you were normal, I said you werenât crazy. If you were normal, youâd be dull, unimaginative and boring.â
It felt good to laugh. Suddenly he was on his feet, pulling me with him. His hands were hard and dry. And the rest was flesh-and-blood real. No ghost there. He pulled me towards the trees.
âLetâs collect this stuff of yours and look around.â
He walked through the flickering light towards the dreaded spot and I forced myself not to call out a warning. When I got there, he was standing over my dig, hands on hips.
âGreat place for a cabin, eh? Iâd love to live here. It feels ... special.â
I nodded. With Alex beside me I was almost able to enjoy the cool green stillness again.
âWould you help me put the tabletop and all the
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