Draped in bedsheets, Celeste and Paisley ran back and forth across the back yard, hooting and howling like ghosts. The best they could get Grogan to do was stand in one place and wave his arms around under his sheet.
But at least he was out there with them, which Celeste knew was a decent first step.
"Ooooo!" said Celeste.
"Aaaahhh!" said Paisley.
"I want a s-smooooke," said Grogan.
The kids watched with the grownups from the dining room window, and Celeste could hear everything they said.
"Those are real ghosts?" Late sounded shaky. "What do they want?"
"They want you," said Glo, who was too old to be tricked and just the right age to get off on freaking out Late. "They want to take you away to ghost land!"
"No they don't," said Baron. "They just like to fly around on Hallowe
