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of a difference – but it obviously was important to her.
    I nodded my head silently. “That’s possible. Or maybe there’s no ghost at all? They don’t all come back as ghosts.”
    “Do most ghosts hang out where they’re killed? Or do they follow their bodies?” Thistle was genuinely curious.
    “How would I know?” They were starting to irritate me.
    “You’re the one that talks to ghosts,” Clove said rationally.
    “It’s not like I do it on a daily basis.”
    Thistle raised her eyebrows suggestively.
    “Well, except for Edith,” I amended. “And she died in the same place her body was found.”
    “What about in Detroit? You must have seen a lot of ghosts there?”
    I quirked my head as I considered the question. “There’s so many people around there, though, that I probably was seeing ghosts without realizing it.”
    “You didn’t talk to a ghost the whole time you were down there?”
    “No, I did.”
    “Well, where were they hanging out?”
    I pondered the question for a few seconds before answering. “I saw most of them in cemeteries,” I finally said. “At least the ones I knew were ghosts.”
    “So, that means they follow their bodies,” Thistle deduced.
    “I don’t think there are any hard and fast rules when you’re a ghost,” I said disdainfully. “It’s not like they get a handbook, like in Beetlejuice . They pretty much do whatever they want.”
    “She’s probably right,” Clove said ruefully.
    Of course I was right. I’m always right. When will they realize that?
    “I think it probably varies from ghost to ghost,” I added, trying to keep my irritation in check. Why are we discussing this again?
    “I have an idea,” Thistle finally said.
    Oh great. “No you don’t.”
    “Yes, I do.”
    “No, you don’t.”
    “Don’t you even want to hear what it is?” Thistle knew I didn’t want to hear what it was, but that wasn’t going to stop her from telling me. I honestly don’t even know why I’m putting up a fight. I’m going to lose.
    “Not really.” I sipped my tea and pretended to look around the store. I refused to meet her gaze. I knew exactly what her idea was going to be – and it was not something I was looking forward to – or something I wanted to entertain at all frankly.
    “I want to hear what it is?” Clove said innocently. Sometimes, when she slips into naïve ignorance mostly, she drives me crazy.
    “No, you don’t,” I admonished her.
    Clove must have finally caught on to what Thistle was insinuating. “Oh, that’s a great idea!”
    “It is not,” I grumbled.
    “You don’t want to know? You don’t want to help him?” Oh, sure, guilt me. That’s a great way to approach the problem.
    I didn’t answer.
    “You won’t be able to sleep if you don’t know,” Thistle admonished me. She knew she had already won, though.
    I knew they were right. I blew out another sigh – I seemed to be doing that a lot today. “Fine, but I’m not going alone.”
    “We’ll go tonight,” Thistle said, rubbing her hands excitedly. She did love a good adventure. We had all tried to find a pirate ship in Lake Michigan after seeing The Goonies as kids. We were almost charged with trespassing, if I remember correctly. I doubted this would be a fun excursion, though. Since we’d been grounded for a month, The Goonies adventure hadn’t turned out all that fun either.
    “Why are we going after dark?” Clove protested. Her bravado was slipping.
    “So no one sees us,” Thistle responded sharply. “If someone sees us going there during daylight hours they’ll think it’s suspicious.”
    “And if they catch us there at night? You don’t think they’ll find that suspicious?”
    She had a point.
    “Of course,” Thistle said calmly. “But hopefully no one will see us in the dark.” Yeah, because we’ll suddenly become invisible and able to fly.
    Great. We were going to explore a corn maze, in the dark, in the hopes of finding the ghost of a