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The next morning, I was just finishing breakfast when Martha came in the back door. Martha set her suitcase on the floor. “How is everything?”
“Good. Found a lot of secret hiding spots. Did you know they were there?” I wrapped my hands around my hot cup of coffee. “How is your sister?”
“No, I didn’t.” Martha answered. “My sister is up and around again.”
I have cleaned the cottage top to bottom and moved my things into Mother’s old room.” I said. “I took down all the drapes and want to wash them today. Then start working on the old garden and set my computer up in the den.”
“We can do that together. My sister wants to come for a visit, if that’s all right,” Martha said.
“Of course.” I said before taking a sip of coffee. I thought I heard a chuckle coming from the pantry and glanced at Martha who was playing with Muffin. Maybe my ghosts would put in an appearance again.
The End
The House on the Hill
By Jim Adams
Ghostly Writes Anthology 2016 Page 56
