Wait Till Helen Comes (11 page)

"Helen gave it back to me," Heather told him solemnly. "It's all right for me to wear it now," she added, looking at me. "Isn't it?"

I nodded, but Michael rolled his eyes skyward. "Not Helen again. I thought we'd heard the last of that ghost stuff."

"I think we have," I said. "Now."

Silently Heather fastened the chain around her neck, smiling at me as she did so. Together we walked out of the graveyard. Behind us, Michael kicked at the grass.

"I still don't believe it," I heard him yell at our backs, but it seemed to me that his voice quavered a tiny bit.

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