Chapter 59

“I haven’t a clue.”

Together, we went to the window, which seemed like as good a place as any to summon four spirits.

“Davis…” Goose went back to the dryer and grabbed the checker we’d brought along, one of the items from when we’d emptied our pockets, along with the yellow flower, the nurse’s pin, and the gold button. “Come, Davis…” Uncertainty showed on Goose’s face, a scowl, his nose all wrinkly. “I don’t really know how to call a ghost. It sounds like I’m hollering for Wilbur. Come, Davis…Visit us here.”

“That works,” someone said back.

“Davis?” I looked around, turning one way, then the other, Goose, too.

“Has it been so long you don’t recognize my voice?”

“Jefferson! I can’t see you.” Goose reached out, grappling at thin air.

“You can. Try.”

“I hear him, Goose.” It was a happy surprise for me that I could. “I can hear him.”

“You can? Me, too.” Goose gasped. “And I see him! My Jefferson.” Goose took my hand, both hands. “Patrick! It’s Jefferson. Can you see him, now?”