JUST AS I DIAL RYAN"S number another call comes through. I disconnect his call and take Lisa"s. “Hello.” The traffic light turns green, and I swerve onto 17th Street N. W., with no destination just needing to drive.
“Allie, are you at the university?”
“Not anymore, I was earlier.”
“Are you okay? You sound strange.”
That"s an understatement. I"m downright alarmed! “Lisa, you"re not going to believe this.” What am I doing? I can"t tell Lisa what happened. She"ll surely think I"ve lost my mind.
What am I doing?“Believe what? Did you find the reporter"s name?”
Yes, and I saw a ghost! I need to tell someone, voicing it will make it real. But I can"t, not just yet. “I did.”
Yes, and I saw a ghost!“So, who is he?”
“Lisa, I can"t believe it!”
“Allie, what! What"s happened?”
“I"m so stupi
