"Maybe she buried the book in the grove before she hanged herself." I imagined Corey and me digging one hole after another, fighting roots and rocks with our shovels, sweating in the heat, bitten by gnats and mosquitoes—not a pretty picture. "What makes you think so?" Corey asked. "Well, she wouldn't leave it in her room, would she? Somebody might find it there." He pushed his dark hair out of his eyes. "Most likely she reckoned nobody would dig up the grove." "Why would they?" Caleb sat down next to Ira, swinging his bare feet. "Nobody knew there was another book." "But it's spooky in the grove." Corey toyed with her fingers, twisting them this way and that, as if she wanted to tie them into a knot. "Spooooky," Seth whispered in her ear, "Spooooky." "Go away." Corey swatted at him as if he were an annoying fly. "You get on my nerves." Seth pulled the barrettes out of Corey's hair and laughed as long strands fell in her face. Corey got up so fast the rocker swung wildly back and forth.
