She had to smile as Smudge crawled under the couch for a moment only to re-emerge with an ornament in his mouth. He trotted over to her and dropped it at her feet.“Good boy. Are there anymore lying around anywhere? Our friend Roger certainly made a mess didn’t he? Who do you suppose he was?” Darcy carefully picked up the last pieces of the broken colored ball ornaments that were lying on the floor and threw them into the trash. The ghost had really done a number on her Christmas tree. Several of her favorite decorations hadn’t survived the violent wind that had accompanied him.She picked up some magazines from the floor and straightened them into a neat pile before dropping them down onto the coffee table. Smudge waddled over to her and dropped another ornament at her feet once again. She bent to pick it up and placed it back on the tree.Darcy propped her hands to her hips and did a slow rotation around the room. It looked like everything was back in order. While she had been tidying up she had been going over the mystery of Roger’s visit in her mind.
