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“Heather is wonderful with Connor,” Lily insisted.

“You have no idea what she does when you aren’t here,” Kelly said.

“I appreciate your concern, Kelly. But Connor is my son, and I think I know what is best for him.”

“He’s my nephew,” Kelly snapped.

Lily arched her brows. “And?”

“He’s Ian’s son too.”

“Obviously.” Lily glanced toward the hallway, wondering when her husband would come and save her from this conversation with his sister.

“I would think Ian would have some say in who watches his son,” Kelly said.

“Of course he does. But he agrees with me,” Lily said.

“I can’t imagine that. Heather attacked Ginny Thomas and could have killed her.”

“I heard she didn’t have a scratch on her,” Lily said.

“That’s only because Heather has lousy aim,” Kelly said.

“I don’t know about that. Have you ever seen her throw a ball or a Frisbee?” Lily asked.

“This isn’t funny,” Kelly snapped.

“Actually, I was serious. And Heather isn’t dangerous.”

“Lily, must you be so stubborn?” Kelly asked. “I’m only thinking of what’s best for my nephew.”

“What’s going on in here?” Ian asked when he stepped into the kitchen.

“Where’s Connor?” Lily asked.

“He’s playing with some toys in his bedroom. What’s going on in here? I could hear you two from Connor’s room,” Ian said.

Kelly turned to her brother. “It’s your wife. She’s not being reasonable.”

Frowning—and looking ill at ease—Ian glanced from his sister to his wife.

“She doesn’t want us to let Heather watch Connor anymore,” Lily told him.

“Why?” Ian asked.

“What do you mean, why?” Kelly asked her brother. “I told you what Heather did.”

“None of us were there. It’s hearsay,” Ian said.

“Are you suggesting Ginny is lying?” Kelly asked.

“No. I’m just saying that sometimes we don’t know the whole story,” Ian said calmly.

“If it were my son, I wouldn’t need to know more,” Kelly snapped.

“But he isn’t your son,” Lily reminded her.

Frustrated, Kelly looked from Lily to her brother and asked, “What is Mom going to say?”

“Mom?” Ian frowned.

“Yes. When I tell her what Heather did, and then let her know she’s someone you leave alone with her grandson,” Kelly asked.

“Do not tell Mom,” Ian warned.

“Why?” Kelly snapped, no longer sitting at the breakfast bar, but standing, her fists resting on her hips.

Unbeknownst to the three people arguing in the kitchen, the spirit of Marie Nichols entered the outside wall into the nursery and was just greeting Connor when she heard raised voices coming from the open door.

“I’ll be right back, Connor,” Marie told the boy as she moved from the nursery to the kitchen. She found Kelly arguing with Ian and Lily about Heather babysitting Connor.

“Oh my, if Heather can’t babysit, then I doubt Lily and Ian will feel comfortable letting me watch him,” Marie muttered to herself, knowing they couldn’t risk someone like Kelly stopping by and finding Connor seemingly alone. “Why doesn’t Kelly want Heather to watch him?”

Over the next few minutes Marie learned the answer to the question when Kelly repeated the conversation she had already had with her brother regarding the events at the museum between Ginny and Heather.

“Heather attacked someone? No. That can’t be true,” Marie said aloud. Yet there were no mediums in the room to hear.

She listened a few more minutes and then realized, by Ian’s and Lily’s expressions, there was more to this story. Another ghost? she wondered. Marie knew Eva had seen Bud, but there had been no mention he could harness energy.

“There are some things you just don’t understand,” Ian told his sister.

Deciding to illustrate Ian’s point, Marie focused her energy on a bowl sitting on the counter. Lily stood with her back to the bowl, while it was out of Ian’s line of sight. Only Kelly could see it. The next moment it rose into the air, hovering for a moment.

Kelly didn’t notice it at first, but when she did, she stopped talking and simply stared. When Lily turned to see what her sister-in-law was looking at, the bowl had already floated back down to the counter.

Kelly licked her lips nervously and swallowed. “Okay,” she said, “I won’t say anything to Mom. You’re right. There are some things I don’t understand. I have to go now.” Without a word, she made a hasty exit out the front door.

“Wow. What just happened?” Lily asked when she heard the front door close.

“My work here is done,” Marie chirped. Instead of returning to Connor, she headed for the Glandon Foundation. She wanted to ask Heather what had happened at the museum.

Ian groaned. “I wish I could explain things to my sister. I feel like a jerk,” he said after Marie had gone.

“Yeah, I know.” Lily walked over to Ian and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug.

“She only cares about Connor,” Ian whispered as he rested his chin atop Lily’s head.

“I understand. And maybe I was too harsh with her. But still…”

Thirty-One

On Friday evening Danielle sat at her laptop in the parlor, taking another shot at research. Just as Walt walked into the room carrying two glasses, one filled with wine and the other with brandy, Danielle looked up and said, “I think I found him.”

“Found who?” Walt asked, setting the glass of wine on the desk next to the laptop.

“Ted Newsome,” Danielle said as she picked up the wine and took a sip.

“Where?” Walt asked, taking a seat in a nearby chair.

Danielle turned to face Walt, a glass of wine in hand. “It’s an obituary in a Portland newspaper. For a Ted Newsome, age forty-seven. If it’s him, he died the same year as you did.” She took another sip of wine.

“It could be someone with the same name,” Walt suggested.

“I don’t think so, since it said he was born in Frederickport. According to the obituary, he didn’t have any children. And it didn’t mention any surviving nieces and nephews, which makes sense since your Teddy was an only child. Plus, it talks about his two wives who preceded him—who happen to have the