Deborah said at the breakfast table the next morning, as she buttered a piece of cinnamon toast. “Aaron and I have been at such a loss to deal with this ghost idea.” Felicity sipped coffee and gazed out the window at the flat, grassy pastures where Aaron’s purebred, red cows grazed peacefully. She wore slim blue jeans with red-fringed boots and a red shirt trimmed with denim that she had chosen with Aaron in mind. Alas, Aaron had already left for his office, taking Pete and Joey with him. Her own disappointment surprised her. She wondered what he’d look like across the breakfast table from her then told herself she was an idiot for even allowing the thought to cross her mind. “I think they’ve decided the ghost is what drove them from their own home.” Felicity decided on bluntness. “Their lives were totally disrupted, and the ghost gives them a really good reason for the disruption.” Deborah paled and almost dropped her toast.
