Chapter 7THE DUMP
The next day Uncle Tommy and his ghost-seeing buddy, Reuben, took Ivy and Nick to the town dump to get rid of the ashes, tin cans, and remnants of unburned trash in the rusty metal barrels from their backyards. The kids bumped along in the back of Uncle Tommy’s pickup with Reuben’s dog, Buckshot. The sun burned down on Ivy’s freckled face as her hair flapped behind her in the humid, dusty air.
The dog howled his “oh, no” sound at the trail of gravel dust from the truck’s wheels. Buckshot circled the trash barrels strapped to the bed of the truck with a Frisbee in his mouth as they drove past the rolling hills and woods interspersed with stretches of golden rows of corn. The tall stalks waved in the wind, like an accordion playing lively music.
About two miles east of R
