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I don't know why, but that night, Bevan came to the nursery again, after midnight, afraid of ghosts. I called Arlene, as she told me to. When I did, I heard some muted swearing, and her voice sounded tired.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Bevan is in the nursery again," I whispered.
"Is he asleep?" Arlene asked.
"Yes," I replied, in a low voice. "He's sound asleep. Will you come for him?"
"Let him stay there until he wakes up," Arlene said. "If you don't mind. It's usually very hard to get him asleep after one of the night terrors."
"Alright," I said, hanging up. I'm not sure why she asked me to tell her if she would let him just stay here, but whatever. She's his mother.
I'd been working for three nights only, but, for the moment, this seemed like one of the easiest jobs ever. Both Emere an
