Gale shot up from the bench. “Shut the front door. Are you kidding me? You can see ghosts walking around now?”
“Yeah, I think a few have realized I can see them, and they look intrigued by me. Some are mean looking and ignore me.” Marie pointed across the street to a group of people sitting down at a table, having lunch. “See those people sitting over there at the café? There’s a woman repeatedly dancing around them and laughing. She’s wearing a pale blue dress that reminds me of the roaring twenties. She has a sequenced blue band around her head with a small feather poking out from it, and there are pearls coiled around her neck. Her lipstick is bright red. She looks like a flapper.”
Gale gawked across the street and then back at Marie. “I can’t believe this. I’m so jealous. What a cool
