“’Princess Anthia,’ Gram muttered, adjusting the fit of her turban.’”
     “I love Gram!” Alexander said, “If I were closer to her age, I think I’d marry her.”
     “She’d like that because you’re at least as tall as Abraham Lincoln and he’s her
all-time favorite guy. Back to the story though…”
     “’Just what is the proper attire for an exorcism, Mah?’ I asked.’”
     “’Let the rest of the world live in peace, Jeannine,’ Gram grumbled with a
theatrical sigh, ‘We don’t get after you about your clothing, now do we?’”
     “’My clothing? Now what’s wrong with the way I’m dressed? I suppose I’m not
flashy enough or exciting enough for you two Sagittarians.’”
     “Now Kids,’ I coaxed, ‘Let’s get along. We’re here for a good reason and it really
doesn’t matter what any of us is wearing.’”
     Alexander burst out laughing, a deep, belly-laugh I’d rarely heard from him.
“There’s a ghost in the attic and they’re fighting about their clothes! You win the prize for
the most colorful family in New Jersey!”

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     “’Colorful only begins to describe them, My Friend.’”
     “So I pulled open the front door and we entered the foyer. The door to the
downstairs apartment was closed and there was a lingering odor of fried fish in the
warmish air. We were all uncharacteristically silent as I used the key to open the
Cramer’s apartment door, and we began our ascent up the long staircase to their
apartment above.”
     “’Do either of you feel anything yet?’ I asked”
     “Mah leaned back against the bannister to catch her breath. ‘I guarantee you’ll
feel something the first time you drag a week’s worth of groceries up these stairs,
Missy,’”
     “She’s young yet, Jeannine,’ Gram countered, ‘climbing stairs will be good for
her.’”  
     “I reached for the light switch, but Gram said, ‘Don’t bother, Honey, I’ll do better
in the dark.’” Her arms outstretched, hands poised like a ballet dancer, eyes closed, she
moved gracefully into the middle of the hall.”
     “’Mother, what in the world is the matter with you?’ Mah asked.’”
     “’SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH! Gram and I said simultaneously.’”
     “I tip-toed to gram’s side, took her hand, and closed my eyes too. Behind us, I
could hear Mah striding up and down the hall peering into each of the rooms on this
floor.”
     “’The kitchen’s too small for a family of mice,’ she muttered, ‘The bathroom’s
barely adequate, and the living room will be hard to decorate and carpet with its’ strange
L-shape. The little room at the end of the hall is quite nice and sunny, but really, these
very old homes never have enough closets…I have no idea whatsoever where you expect
to store your towels and wash cloths…and there isn’t any space at all for linens.’”
     “’Getting any vibes yet, Gram?’ I asked.”
     “Nope. You?”
     “We both giggled and decide to go upstairs to confront the ‘problem’ at its’
source.”
     “I opened the ancient door to the upstairs hallway and it groaned predictably.”
     “I don’t think this is a very good idea. Maybe we should wait for a professional. I
could find a minister to help us…or a priest,’ Mah suggested.”
     “’Relax, Mah,’ I said, ‘ghosts can’t hurt you unless you let them. Just don’t run if
he rushes at you. Stand your ground, no matter what.’”
     “’Good Lord!’ she muttered, ‘I don’t know why I let you people talk me into these
ridiculous situations. I swear sometimes I think I should have my head examined.’”
     “’Most of the time I’m certain of it.’ Gram said and we all laughed.

2nd. Excerpt from I’ll Know You By Your Heart Part 2.

     On the way to Marietta for the town’s yearly fair, Jessamyn and Charles stop by
the side of the road for a picnic lunch.

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     When I looked back at Charles and found he had wandered off and stood staring
in the direction of home with such a look of concentration upon his face, I fully expected
to see the ghost of Moses leading his people on a country stroll.
     I scrambled out of the water and up the sides of the slippery bank just in time to
observe an extraordinary wagon round the curve in the road and sway and clatter
precariously toward the small bridge upon which we were both now standing.
     “What on earth is that, Charles?” I stepped closer to try and decipher the words
that were written all over the sides of this wooden monstrosity in all and various hues of
the three primary colors. The wagon was ancient and it looked as if it were some sort of
make-shift home on wheels.
     I was flabbergasted by what I was seeing. I had considered Charles’ wagon to be a
family disgrace, but this wagon was worse than anything I might have imagined. I heard
Charles snort his displeasure from beside me, but I was too fascinated with this
outrageous wagon to bother to react to him just then.
     As the wagon drew nearer, I was able to make out the writing on both sides, by
maneuvering back and forth across the road: FAITH CAN AND WILL MOVE
MOUNTAINS! SEEK AND YE SHALL FIND! INTRODUCING: DAVID SCOTT THE
LORD’S LITTLEST DISCIPLE! LET DAVID HEAL YOU OF ALL AFFLICTIONS,
ILLNESSES AND INJURIES! THE REVEREND JASON ELIJAH SCOTT WILL
GLADLY HEAL YOUR TROUBLED SOUL WITH HIS SOOTHING SERMONS!
DONATIONS GREATLY APPRECIATED SO WE MAY CONTINUE OUR
MINISTRY! PRIVATE HEALING GRANTED UPON REQUEST!
     “Fascinating, utterly fascinating,” I mumbled. I must have been in a sort of a half-
trance so hard was I concentrating on making sense of the words wobbling across the
weathered boards of this abomination of a wagon because I barely noticed when it came
to a shuddering stop in front of us in a cloud of dust.
“Greetings, Fellow Travelers!” a deep, friendly voice boomed down at us from the
driver’s seat.
     “Good afternoon,” I said automatically, then shielding my nose and mouth from
the sour dust, I peered up through the fingers of both my hands, into a face so striking, so
arrogantly handsome, I feared I would not be capable of uttering another word.
      The impressive stranger jumped down from his seat in a powerful, panther-like
movement, and stood towering above me. He was built like a man who used his body to
make his living, which seemed odd for a reverend, and he had the most lovely mane of
thick, dark golden hair. I fancied his eyes were the color of the sea on a sun-drenched
day; a perfect shade of blue.
     “Have we met somewhere before? Your grace and uncommon beauty seem somehow familiar to me" His eyes help mine fast, his voice surrounding senses like a velvet gown.