“No, child. I prayed that she could come to the reunion. And it took a severing to make that happen.”
Sarah hugged her daughter again. “Thank you, Jo.”
“But look here. Don’t touch her now.” Mrs. Garrison gave me a stern look. “We don’t need anyone having a heart attack from fright.”
I grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” I nodded but then looked back to Mrs. Garrison. “So wait, when you touch a ghost, it doesn’t make them visible to the other people who are there?”
“No, ma’am. It does not. That’s your thing.”
I let out a long low breath.
As the two women wrapped arms around each other’s waists, I looked around to see the tents, the food tables, and the DJ talking with Isaiah. I looked at his equipment and then at Mrs. Garrison.
“It’s not a party without some tunes.” She shook her hips a little bi
