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house would be. I'm surprised that it remained empty all those
years after she moved on."
    "You might be forgetting, sweet pea
that only a handful of people knew that Karlen moved on. People
around this town fear that once a place was haunted, it's always
haunted anyway, so if they knew or not, it might not have made a
difference."
    "Did they save most of the bearing
trees?" Mira asked. "I can still see a few from here."
    "Most of the trees that were there in
front of the property are still there," Sara returned. "They
cleared down the entrance that leads to the house starting more at
the right side of where the fence used to be. I guess they didn't
have the heart to uproot all those lovely, fruit-bearing trees.
They did a really nice job with the driveway. You can't see it from
here."
    Suddenly, Mira had an idea. "Maybe
Rosie and I will pay them a visit. What's their
surname?"
    "Benjamin, I think. Mira, you really
don't want to intrude. Some people would rather be left alone."
Sara seemed flabbergasted by the very idea.
    "True, Mom, but I'm sure just going
and introducing myself will only be interpreted as my being
neighborly and nothing more."
    "You're not going to mention anything;
are you?"
    "I… don't think so. Don't see any need
for that right now," Mira replied.
    Laughter erupted again from the
inside. "This time you lose!" Michael blurted.
    Rosie was giggling even louder than
before. "I saw what you did, Pops! You cheater!"
    Her words pulled Mira into a flashback
of when she and Wade did anything competitively—she always accused
him of cheating.
    "Wade and I used to fry fish in this
very spot," Mira indicated with her chin. "We never told you
that."
    "You didn't have to." Sara smiled. "A
mother always knows when her kids are up to something even if she
never breathes one word of it. I can only imagine some of the other
things you and your brother got into when my and your father's
backs were turned."
    "I don't think you wanna know, Mom."
Mira was obviously taunting her mother with curiosity.
    "So, you're going to keep the rest to
yourself, huh?"
    "Mum's, the word."
    "Well, you just go right ahead, sweet
pea." Sara got up. "Have to head inside now and fold some laundry,
then I'll get a little rest before it's time for us to leave. Are
you coming with us?"
    "I'm not sure," Mira replied. "I may
just let you guys go and have fun without me. You usually do,
anyway, everytime Rosie and I come down."
    "Aww… such a baby. It's your own fault
if your daughter thinks you're not 'fun' enough to hang with Nana
and Pops."
    Sara's smile was undoubtedly
sickening. She cheerfully walked off and disappeared around the
bend.
     
    For the longest time, Mira sat alone
thinking about the new residents of the Ferguson house. The more
she thought about the prospect of going anywhere near the place
again, the more interested she became. She soon got up, picked a
few more plums then headed back inside. Peeking into her parents'
room, she saw that her father and Rosie had quieted down and were
watching television together in bed.
    "What's on?" She stood at the door
with arms folded.
    "The Friendly Ghost." Rosie glanced up
at Mira. She was lying on her stomach in the opposite direction of
her grandfather with her face cupped inside her little hands.
Michael was resting on his back with fingers interlocked behind his
head.
    "Don't you ever get tired of scary
pictures?" Mira asked Rosie.
    Michael laughed.
"Did you ever get
tired of them when you were her age?"
    "Dad!"
    "What?" Michael looked her
way.
    "I didn't want her to know I did the
same thing!" She spoke in a coarse whisper.
    "I hear you, Mom," Rosie
sang.
    Michael sighed. "Does she ever have
bad dreams after watching supposed scary pictures?" he asked
Mira.
    "No."
    "Well, leave her be! She's a tough
kid. What might give you the shakes, probably won't faze
her."
    Mira walked in and sat next to Rosie.
"Wanna go for a walk?"
    "Now?" Rosie inquired.
    "Yeah, but I can wait until