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Authors: Karen White

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Actually, I realized, there was very little clutter anywhere. In past visits, there’d always been newspapers and magazines, clothes and dishes scattered just about on every surface. The apartment now was spotless.
Jack appeared in the doorway to the connecting master bathroom wearing a white crewneck undershirt and torn jeans. My throat closed a little bit until I registered that he was wearing yellow rubber gloves and holding a spray bottle of foaming bathroom cleanser.
“Are we interrupting something?” I ventured.
He waited to smile until he faced Nola. “No, not at all. Just keeping busy until Nola got here.”
I looked past him to the gleaming chrome and marble of the two-sink vanity, happily devoid of toiletries of both the male and female variety. “Don’t you have a cleaning service?”
“Yes, but sometimes I just get the urge to clean a little more deeply than a weekly cleaning, you know?” His smile faded as he turned back to me. “Why are you here?”
I hid my face by digging into my purse, embarrassed at how hurt his tone of voice made me feel. I pulled out his car keys. “I wanted to give these back to you.”
“You could have just given them to Nola.”
“My mom used to do that, too,” Nola said quietly.
We both turned to her. “Do what?” I asked.
“Clean everything. When she was trying to get better, she would go on this wild cleaning kick. Said it kept her mind off of things and kept her hands too busy to . . .” Her voice trailed off.
My eyes met Jack’s as if we were both recalling my unanswered question.
Are you drinking again?
I was pretty sure now that he wasn’t, although I’d asked my dad to keep tabs on Jack to be sure. Just to let Jack know that he wasn’t alone in fighting his demons. A part of me wished I could be that person, but his own unanswered question opened up too many parameters for me to be able to fit into that role.
Would you sleep with me if I said it would make me feel better?
I blushed at the memory, but didn’t look away.
“Nola and I have a full afternoon planned, so is there anything else you need?”
I’d thought that by my coming over we could work things out between us. That we could apologize—for what, I wasn’t sure—and then get on with whatever we had going on before that little scene on the Battery. Like a child not ready to leave a candy store, I blurted out, “Actually, there is one more thing. My mother mentioned that you hadn’t RSVP’d to my birthday party yet, and I just wanted to make sure that you’d received the invitation.” I cringed, having had no idea that I was going to say that. Not only was asking somebody about an RSVP bad manners, but I really didn’t want him to know that I’d noticed or cared.
I thought I saw his lip twitch, but other than that his face was immobile. “I got it.”
“Great.” I smiled, wishing he’d say something else, like,
Of course I’m coming,
but instead he remained silent—probably because he knew I was waiting for it.
Feeling like an idiot who didn’t know when to come in from the rain, I pressed on. “Because Rebecca got one, too, and RSVP’d that two people were coming, but just in case I wanted you to know that you’re invited, too, with or without Rebecca. Because she’s my cousin, so of course she’s invited, but you, well, we’re old friends, so you should come, too. With or without Rebecca. So that’s why I sent you your own invitation. Because we’re friends. And there will be lots of really good food. Callie White is catering, and you know she’s the best. My mother had to practically sell her soul to get her booked, because you know that everybody wants her to do their parties now.”
Even Nola was looking at me strangely as I blathered on and on about the stupid invitation and party. I think I was probably more coherent when I was two and just learning how to speak.
When he still didn’t say anything, I said, “Well, I guess I should be going. I’ve got another closing at three and an open house at six. Busy, busy.”
“I bet,” he said. “Well, don’t let us keep you.”
“Right.” I turned on my heel and headed back toward the front door. “Have fun, Nola. I’ll see you later tonight.”
I turned the knob and was halfway out the door before Jack spoke. “Oh, before you go. I’ve had a couple of chances to chat with Miss Julia. Not only when I’ve brought Nola over for her lesson, but I’ve also volunteered to do a little carpentry work, repairing floorboards and spindles or whatever.”
I tried to let the fact that he was handy with tools not affect me, but it was a losing battle. “Yes?” I prompted, trying not to show my surprise that he was still interested in the Manigaults and their ghosts.
“She keeps a note or a letter—something so old and read so many times that it’s almost in shreds—in a Santa head–shaped box in her Christmas room. I think it’s important, but since she doesn’t know I’ve seen her taking it out and putting it back, and hasn’t mentioned it, I can’t really bring it up. But if you’re wondering what to ask William when you speak with him, that would be a good place to start, I think. Because then she’ll know that you really are talking with him when you ask her about the note.”
It was an olive branch of sorts, and one I was happy to accept. “Thank you,” I said. “I will.” I didn’t mention that I’d made only a few halfhearted attempts to contact William, and given in way too easily. My life was in a tenable holding pattern, almost like it had once been before I met Jack and before my mother had come back into my life. I wasn’t sure I wanted to rock it enough to send it off course again.
I began to walk toward the elevator when his voice called me back again. “I read something the other day that made me think of you.”
Pleased that he would think of me when I wasn’t with him scooted pleasant electrical pulses through my veins. I turned back to him with a smile. “What was that?”
“ ‘Life begins where your comfort zone ends.’ It was embroidered on a pillow in a shop window.”
I held my breath, waiting for the words to come to explain to him that I was happy the way that I was, that not everybody needed to jump out of airplanes, or jump into bed with someone, or irritate angry ghosts to make life worthwhile. There were plenty of things in my life that made it great. I just couldn’t think of any of them at the moment.
Instead of responding, or standing silent in the hallway waiting for the elevator, I headed for the stairs, the clicking of my heels on the wooden steps a sad and pathetic response to his challenge.
CHAPTER 20
 
D
usk in Charleston settles on the city like an unexpected surprise, tinting the church steeples and stuccoed houses with shades of pink and purple, adorning the city with a shawl of ethereal light. I often wondered whether all this beauty was one of the reasons why so many past residents refused to leave the city, even after death.
I found my mother in the parterre garden of her house, the garden in which I remembered spending so much time with my grandmother. It must have been a special place for my mother, too, as her directions for my father’s reconstruction of it made it an exact replica of my childhood garden.
An untouched cup of tea sat in front of her, the cream stagnant on top of the cooled liquid. General Lee lay at her feet, giving a lazy swipe of his tail in greeting before lowering his head and closing his eyes again.
My mother looked up at me, but in the dim light I didn’t see that she wasn’t smiling until I sat down next to her. Her hands were folded in her lap, a paper bag sitting on the wrought-iron table in front of her. Next to it were the gloves she normally wore to prevent herself from touching things that might have something to say to her.
“How was your day?” she asked as I felt the side of the carafe, the ceramic cold to the touch.
“The usual. Lots of out-of-towners looking for deals and leaving disappointed. My new receptionist, Charlene, canceled an appointment to preview a house—without my approval—so I’d have time to do yoga with her, and Sophie called about three hundred times to ask about flowers for the wedding. When Charlene volunteered that she used to be a wedding planner, I just handed the phone to her. Killed two birds with one stone.”
A soft smile lifted my mother’s mouth.
“But I did close on a warehouse loft today on East Bay Street and made a nice commission.” My smile faltered only when I started to think about how much of that commission was going to go into the new foundation of the house on Tradd Street.
When she didn’t say anything, I looked at her more closely, seeing how drawn she looked, how tired and pale she seemed. Wary, I leaned toward her. “What’s wrong?” I asked, my attention focused on the bag.
She raised her eyebrows. “I think it’s time you took this seriously.”
“Oh, no, you didn’t.” I shook my head as I opened up the bag and stared inside. The four dollhouse family members lay inside, nestled together like cords of firewood. “Why would you touch them? Especially without me here?”
“I only held the mother without my gloves. She was the weakest, so I deemed her the safest. But they’ve been coming to me. In my dreams—or nightmares, I should say. Anne, the mother, keeps wanting to show me something, but William and Harold hold her back. There’s something they’re desperate to keep hidden.”
“You should have told me about the dreams.”
“I thought that you might be having your own, but you were keeping it to yourself. Until Nola told me this morning that she’d had a bad dream, and it was the same dream I’d been having, and I realized that they had chosen Nola and me for a reason.”
“Nola? Why would they pick her?”
Her tired eyes met mine. “Because she’s vulnerable.” She leaned back in her chair, her eyes still on mine. “She told me that in her dream her mother came and made them go away.”
“Like a guardian angel,” I said softly. “I told Nola that was probably why Bonnie was still here. To watch over her. I think knowing that has helped Nola a lot.” I remembered my experience in the Circular Church cemetery, and the photograph the teenage girl had shown me, and told my mother. “She was protecting me from Harold, but I don’t why. Nola wasn’t even with me.”
My mother shifted in her seat, more alert. “And it was definitely Bonnie?”
I nodded. “Definitely. I’ve seen her enough around Nola to recognize her.”
“She feels maternal around you for some reason, but I can’t imagine why.”
She continued to study me long enough to make me feel uncomfortable. “So why are they coming to you and Nola in dreams but not to me?”
“They’re trying to scare us away.”
“From what?” I asked, dropping the bag on the table, not wanting to touch it any longer than I had to.
“They know you’re the strongest, that you have the ability to seek Anne out and isolate her, to find what they want to remain hidden. They must believe that Nola and I will make you stop.”
Stop her.
“Is that what the words burned into the stair runner and carved into Nola’s wall meant, do you think?”
She shook her head. “I’m not sure, but I don’t think so. After all, you haven’t really done anything yet that would make them believe you’re much of a threat. I think the incident in the cemetery was more from opportunity than anything else.”
“I have to admit that they’ve convinced me to cease and desist. And if Nola didn’t love that dollhouse so much, I’d suggest giving it back to Amelia to sell and just being done with it.”
My mother let out a deep sigh. “There are some very unhappy spirits connected to that dollhouse, Mellie. And a very unhappy woman who’s still living and who wants to speak with her brother. We can help them, Mellie. Doesn’t that make you feel at least a little bit obligated?”
My immediate “no” lingered in my mouth, as if to speak it out loud would make me a liar. Another thought intruded. “Why didn’t Nola tell me about her dreams?”
Smiling softly, she said, “Because if you send the Manigaults away, you’ll most likely send her mother away, too. I think Nola likes having her here.”
“Is that a problem? Hanging around to be close to a loved one?”
“I don’t know the answer to that, Mellie. Remember, there’s no handbook for what we do. But from my experience, only troubled spirits linger, and when their questions are answered, they suddenly see the light and follow it. Being earthbound is a temporary state, holding them back from what lies beyond death.”
The sun dipped lower in the sky and I sighed with resignation. “Would you help me contact William? If we can keep Harold at bay, we might be able to get a message for Julia.”
“That’s what I was thinking, too, since trying to contact Anne didn’t work.”
I stood and picked up the bag holding the doll figures. “Put on your gloves. Your attempt to communicate with Anne has already weakened you. You’re not ready for William. Let me try it myself—with you in the room, of course. I’m not
that
strong.”
Without argument, my mother slipped on her gloves, then, using the table for support, pulled herself up to a stand. “Let’s roll,” she said, her voice a lot more confident than she looked.

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