The setting sun is painting the snow pink by the time I reach home this evening. The windows of Sadie’s house are glowing brightly, the light warm and inviting. Two shadows move from one room to another. When they meet, they pause for what I guess must be a kiss.
I hate to interrupt that.
I trudge up her steps anyway. A moment after Sadie flings open the door, she pulls me inside and into a hug.
“Oh, my dear. Nigel said you had a rough day.”
Over Sadie’s shoulder, I spear Nigel with a glare. He shrugs and mouths an apology while she rocks me. At last, I push away with gentle hands on her shoulders.
“I’m fine,” I say. “Really.”
“Still, you shouldn’t worry,” she says, patting my arm in a consoling manner. “A ghost can’t replace a human being.”
This I’m not so sure about, but I nod.
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