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Hauntings
We made a detour on our way to the party to pick up some cat food and kitty litter and a litter box at the grocery store, after which we grabbed a quick dinner at Blake’s Lotaburger, then swung back toward Canyon Road, although not all the way to where the Castillo prima’s house was located. This neighborhood was distinctly different from the one where Cat and her parents lived, still old, but with brick and wood homes that didn’t look so different from the ones in Flagstaff’s historic district, probably built in the late nineteenth century.
The driveway was packed with cars, and so was the street in front of the house. Cat had to park her SUV around the block but didn’t seem to mind.
“If we’d been any later, we would’ve had to park blocks away,” she said as she locked the
