Thom said. He pointed toward the house with the hand holding his martini. “Right through there. You go in through the kitchen, take a right, and the bathroom’s down at the end of the hall. Can’t miss it. There’s one of those Mayan calendar wheel thingies on the wall right next to the door.” Sarah nodded and then was gone. Robert turned to Thom. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I pissed her off before we left.” “What? Oh, no, she’s great. Sarah can do no wrong, believe me. But you guys are liking the house, right? I haven’t gotten much of a chance to talk with you since you moved in and all.” “We love it,” Robert assured him. “Good. No ghosts, right?” “Of course not. The place is absolutely wonderful. It’s everything you promised, Thom, and more.” Robert smiled, even managed to laugh, but a little voice inside him challenged that confidence.
