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“It was partly about the ghostie people, wasn’t it? I saw them once, on the little train in Frazier. It<br />
was a dream but I think it was real.”<br />
His eyes widened. “Did you really?”<br />
“Yes. I don’t think they wanted to hurt me—they just looked at me—but they were kind of scary. I<br />
think maybe they were people who rode the train in olden days. Have you seen ghostie people? You<br />
have, haven’t you?”<br />
“Yes, but not for a very long time.” And some that were a lot more than ghosts. Ghosts didn’t leave<br />
residue on toilet seats and shower curtains. “Abra, how much do your parents know about your shine?”<br />
“My dad thinks it’s gone except for a few things—like me calling from camp because I knew<br />
Momo was sick—and he’s glad. My mom knows it’s still there, because sometimes she’ll ask me to<br />
help her find something she’s lost—last month it was her car keys, she left them on Dad’s worktable<br />
in the garage—but she doesn’t know how much is still there. They don’t talk about it anymore.” She<br />
paused. “Momo knows. She’s not scared of it like Mom and Dad, but she told me I have to be careful.<br />
Because if people found out—” She made a comic face, rolling her eyes and poking her tongue out the<br />
corner of her mouth. “Eeek, a freak. You know?”<br />
(yes)<br />
She smiled gratefully. “Sure you do.”<br />
“Nobody else?”<br />
“Well . . . Momo said I should talk to Dr. John, because he already knew about some of the stuff.<br />
He, um, saw something I did with spoons when I was just a little kid. I kind of hung them on the<br />
ceiling.”<br />
“This wouldn’t by chance be John Dalton, would it?”<br />
Her face lit up. “You know him?”<br />
“As a matter of fact, I do. I found something once for him. Something he lost.”<br />
(a watch!)<br />
(that’s right)<br />
“I don’t tell him everything,” Abra said. She looked uneasy. “I sure didn’t tell him about the<br />
baseball boy, and I’d never tell him about the woman in the hat. Because he’d tell my folks, and they’ve<br />
got a lot on their minds already. Besides, what could they do?”<br />
“Let’s just file that away for now. Who’s the baseball boy?”<br />
“Bradley Trevor. Brad. Sometimes he used to turn his hat around and call it a rally cap. Do you<br />
know what that is?”<br />
Dan nodded.<br />
“He’s dead. They killed him. But they hurt him first. They hurt him so bad.” Her lower lip began<br />
to tremble, and all at once she looked closer to nine than almost thirteen.<br />
(don’t cry Abra we can’t afford to attract)<br />
(I know, I know)<br />
She lowered her head, took several deep breaths, and looked up at him again. Her eyes were<br />
overbright, but her mouth had stopped trembling. “I’m okay,” she said. “Really. I’m just glad not to<br />
be alone with this inside my head.”<br />
8<br />
He listened carefully as she described what she remembered of her initial encounter with Bradley<br />
Trevor two years ago. It wasn’t much. The clearest image she retained was of many crisscrossing<br />
flashlight beams illuminating him as he lay on the ground. And his screams. She remembered those.