The Irish Castle: Ghosts

by Lila Dubois

  Parker shrugged. “Maybe.” He shook his head. “A classmate, Naomi Wells, has been calling me for the past week. She wants me to go with her to the Saturday night dinner.” He looked at me as if gauging my reaction.

  I pursed my lips, my mood souring. “Then it’s settled. I’ll stay here next Saturday night and hold down the fort while you enjoy reminiscing about the good old days with Naomi.”

  “You don’t mind?” His voice was soft.

  My throat tightened with emotion. “Of course not. Not at all.” I stood up and looked out the kitchen window.

  “Shoot! Smooshie is digging her way out under the fence.”

  “She’s tenacious,” Parker said, standing up and looking outside. Elvis, of course, was happily sitting and watching.

  Impulsively, I grabbed the flyer and shoved it in my pocket when Parker stood up to look. “I’ll see you in a little bit,” I said and hurried out the door to stop my Hairy Houdini from making a grand escape.