"It's old, drafty, something is always breaking. But it's beautiful. This is my home, where I was meant to be." She put her face in her hands.
How could she not see? "Liz, this place is making us both sick, physically and emotionally. You're hobbling around like a little old lady, and I've become a tottering old geezer."
Tears tracked down her face. "The warm weather is coming. The inn will be full—we have tons of reservations coming in. We'll be making money. Mike please, we'll sleep in another bedroom. There are five of them after all."
No way was he leaving Eddie alone in there. "Look, for now, we'll just stay where we are--together. If Liz and Mike are united, the ghosts aren't going to be able to get in between us." He brushed the tears off her cheeks.
She stared at him intently, fear, maybe desperation in her eyes. "We can only talk to each other about this. Others might use any information against us."
"Who would do that, Liz?'
Her demeanor hardened. She sat up, raised her chin. "My son. Your daughter. Sandra."
"You're paranoid. The kids have no inkling about ghosts. All Sandra has are theories. She doesn't know about your incident--or my illness. And I'm not going to tell her." Guilt twanged in his gut. Sandra had come up with all the ghostly interpretations on her own, right?
Liz jumped up. "She knows about my injury. Maybe not how it happened, but when Mae went in there to get my things, she figured out it was for me. She reads minds, or manipulates people into blabbing what they know."
Mike lowered his voice to a whisper. "It doesn't take much for Mae to spill information. I think you're giving Sandra too much credit." Yet, she did ask him about the ghosts as soon as he sat down.
"You can joke all you want, Mike, but this is serious. We can't let anyone else in."
"I won't say a word about anything ghostly to anyone. As long as things stay under control."
Liz studied him.
Mike squirmed. "I think I'm going to take a nap." He settled back on the sofa.
She tucked the blanket around him and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll go help Mae with dinner."
She didn't believe him. He didn't trust her. This was never going to work.
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