For the remainder of the day, I sat on the couch between Thaddeus and Zelda, getting up only to eat lunch and help Anne transplant two potted plants on the patio. After running into the ghost, exploring the home or venturing too far from the reclusion of Bohemian Row didn"t seem like a good idea. At five thirty, the phone on Emily"s desk rang and I rushed to answer it.
“Hall B.”
“Billy, your mother"s here,” Camille informed me. I thanked Camille and returned the phone to the cradle, said my goodbyes and started for the front door. A few days before, Mother had decided that, since she wasn"t working for a few weeks, she would deliver me and pick me up each day. When I was scarcely out the door, a voice called after me. I stared in disbelief at Alistair standing in the hall. With the excep
