He won't know how grateful I am to him. I looked out of the window and then sat up to get dressed. But he took me into his arms. "Get some sleep.
I looked at him and said, "Cheney. It's getting dark, and it feels a little sleepy outside. Let's go home and sleep.
He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Are you afraid?"
I felt guilty and pouted at him. "A little."
He put his head on my hand and stared at me. "What scares you, Krista? There is no ghost."
I pie my mouth. "I'm not afraid of ghosts."
I said, sitting up again, getting dressed, and spoke. "If only there were ghosts in this world."
He raised his eyebrows. "What?"
I put on my clothes and smiled back at him. "I have something to say to my father, many things. If there is a ghost, isn't it good?"
He was silent for a moment. "Ma
