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gray hair wrapped tightly against her skull, a look of resolved<br />
disappointment on her face.<br />
He imagined it next as his wife, dead for almost nine years,<br />
and he dug through storage boxes in the closet until he found<br />
the last set of sheets she had picked out for their bed. They were<br />
soft and white, with small botanical diagrams scattered evenly.<br />
He found her perfume, the bottle he had hidden in the bottom<br />
drawer of their dresser, and sprayed it above the bed. The fine<br />
mist settled on his forehead and arms. It reminded him of<br />
magnolias, and the tree-lined streets of his childhood home. That<br />
night though, his bed was empty.<br />
The first group to visit was a couple with two young children.<br />
He offered them water or sweet tea, but the harried father<br />
declined on the part of his family. They seemed relieved when he<br />
assured them that there was no need to pay. The children<br />
tumbled around the house, spooking themselves with the<br />
creaking floorboards. After a few moments, they returned and<br />
tugged at their father’s pants, asking where the ghosts were.<br />
Without an answer, they began to whine. The father looked at<br />
Clifford, equal parts disappointment and apologetic<br />
embarrassment.<br />
The young woman, whose sweat had made dark half-moons<br />
in the yellow fabric under her armpits, pulled him aside. I thought<br />
I heard a baby crying.<br />
There aren’t any babies here that I know of.<br />
It’s just, she looked down, shifting her weight from one foot<br />
to another, I just lost a baby. And then I heard one crying, and her<br />
husband called her and she smoothed her hair, produced a snack<br />
from her bag for the younger of the two children. They were gone<br />
as quickly as they had arrived.<br />
There was the older woman who came alone and said her<br />
husband had made their rocking chair creak in the exact same<br />
way. Then the young man who ran out sobbing after investigating<br />
a tapping sound in the hall closet. They came in uneven spurts,<br />
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