table again. âThis is where we should start our search. This is where weâll find the Kirtlandâs.â
âDid you ask if we could go with them?â I whispered to Colin.
That was a mistake.
Claudetteâs head snapped in our direction so fast that her glasses flew off her face and fell to the tabletop. Without missing a beat, she snatched them off the map and put them back on her nose. âIâm glad to see you are back, but no one said youâre going with me to see the Kirtlandâs. This is serious business, not childâs play. I canât have anyone slowing me down.â
I glanced at Colin. âDid you tell them about the assignment?â
Colin flushed. âI didnât get a chance.â
Bergita smiled. âWhat assignment? Something for school?â
I nodded and told them about the birding homework we had.
Claudette smacked the table, and the rest of us jumped. âHot dog! Iâm glad the public school system is finally paying attention to something important like birds.â
I climbed on a barstool beside the counter. âIf we went birding with you, we would be sure to see the Kirtlandâs and a whole bunch of other birds.â
Claudette frowned just for a moment, and I thought she was going to say âno.â Instead she said, âIâm not one to discourage budding birders. Two capable kids like you shouldnât be too much extra trouble. Yes, you can come with me, but you have to do everything I say to do in the field. Do you understand?â
Colin and I nodded.
Bergita left the table and walked to the counter where she started to dice a tomato. A large salad bowl sat next to her cutting board with lettuce, peppers, and mushrooms already cut into it. âThis is going to be a great adventure for us all,â Bergita said as if she hadnât just been in an argument with her sister. âIâve accompanied my sister on her birding trips a couple of times but never in my hometown.â She glanced up from her tomatoes. âWhereâs Bethany?â
âSheâs happy with her Doritos,â I said.
Bergita shook her head and continued to dice.
âIf youâre going to go out into the field with us, you need to know the plan. Weâll go into the park this way and camp near the old Shalley homestead.â Claudette ran her finger along a trail in the map. I could see that the trail split Shalley Park in two.
âShalley homestead?â I spun around in my stool to see Claudette better. âIs that where the ghost lives?â
Claudetteâs head jerked up. âDonât tell me you listen to those ridiculous stories. I will not tolerate any silly ghost talk on my birding trip.â
Bergita chuckled. âThat ghost story has been around a long time. I remember hearing it as a little girl.â
âWhatâs the story?â I asked.
The doorbell rang and interrupted us. âThat must be Ava,â Colin said.
Bergita put down her knife. âYou invited Ava here?â
âSheâs in our birder group too.â I jumped off the stool and followed Colin.
Claudette called behind me. âI hope you kids can keep up.â
Colin threw open the door. Jackson, who was snoozing on the couch, barely lifted his head.
Through the front door, I saw Avaâs brotherâs red pickup truck idling on the street. âDoes your brother want to come in too?â
Ava frowned at me. âNo. Romero has other stuff he needs to do. Heâll be back in an hour to pick me up.â
When Ava stepped into Colinâs home, she looked at everything as though she was taking inventory. She pursed her lips together as if she didnât like what she saw. I didnât know what was wrong with it. It was an ordinary living room. Maybe the Drs. Carter had a little too much beige in the place, but it was perfectly tidy.
âAn hour doesnât give us much time to plan,â Colin