Finding Zola by Mitchell Marianne;

Author:Mitchell, Marianne;
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Boyds Mills Press
Published: 2017-06-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

“DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?” I ASKED DJ THE next morning. After mulling it over, I had decided to take a chance and ask her. We were eating breakfast on Gran’s patio.

She leaned her elbows on the table, thinking for a moment. “I took a psych class at the U last fall. We talked about paranormal stuff. We even went on a field trip to Bisbee for a tour of the Copper Queen Hotel. It’s famous for having ghosts.”

“So is that a yes or a no?”

“I don’t know. Before I said yes, I’d like to see one.”

“What if I’ve seen one?”

“You have? Where?”

I pointed toward the house. “Here. In my room.”

That made her sit up. “Was it Gran?”

“No, it was my dad.”

She let out a whistle. “You’re creeping me out here, chica. Why would his ghost be in Gran’s house?”

I sighed and looked up at Gran’s wind chimes. They tinkled gently in the morning breeze. “I think he’s here because I’m here. He seemed to be saying he felt guilty about the accident.”

Her eyes grew wide. “He talked to you?”

“Sort of. It was weird, really weird.”

“What does this ghost look like?”

“It looks like him, only see-through. Sometimes he’s just a blue glow with no shape, just a … presence. It’s hard to explain.”

She looked at me like I’d gone mental. She raised her hands over her head and wiggled her fingers in the air. “Ooooooh! This I gotta see. Let me know the next time he floats by.”

I stared at my plate as hot waves of anger rolled up my neck. Tears welled up in my eyes and my mouth clamped shut. DJ didn’t understand at all. From now on, I’d keep my ghost to myself.

DJ stood, collected her dishes and started to head back inside. “By the way, I’ve got to go up to the university today. Will it be okay to leave you alone for a while?”

I glared at her, still mad about her reaction. “Of course. I’m not a baby, you know.”

She hesitated. “I might be gone most of the day. I’ve got to see my advisor about fall classes, and there’s a training meeting with the team.”

“Fine. I’ll pack up some more of Gran’s stuff.”

“Are you sure you’ll be all right?”

“Yessss,” I hissed. “Don’t be such a mother hen.”

After she left, I was glad to be alone for a while. I was still ticked off about her attitude and mad at myself for sharing my secret with her. Trying to forget about it, I spent some time sorting old videos and stacking the keepers in a box by the television. Mostly they were the home videos we’d made for Gran. The other ones were musicals and nature subjects, perfect for a garage sale. I sighed as I looked them over. Why did people have to die?

Gran had told me once that she believed in spirits, in the “presence” of someone who had died. After Granddad died, she said he was still near her, watching over her and keeping her company.

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