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did Mr. Buttons. Cressida then hurried to the van. “Let’s go get that burger; I’m starving.”
Cressida sat in the passenger seat while I drove, leaving Mr. Buttons to sit in the back of the van. We went to the McDonalds drive through, and I ordered a cheeseburger and fries for everyone, and a chocolate milkshake each for Cressida and me, and a Diet Coke for Mr. Buttons. As we waited for the food, Cressida leaned toward us. “I remembered something about that day, when someone tried to kill me,” she said.
“What?” I asked, while accepting the food through the window of my van.
“I saw that ghost boy, Frank?”
“James,” Mr. Buttons said. “Frank is Dorothy’s son.”
“Right. I saw James and Dorothy arguing.”
“About what?” Mr. Buttons asked as I handed him his Diet Coke, before driving off.
Cressida took a long drink of her milkshake before answering. “I don’t know. I don’t think Dorothy much cares for talk of ghosts; she seemed mad that James was there. She told him something - I think I’m remembering it right, but she told him there were real things to fear in life, and not to waste his time looking for fake things.”
I shook my head. “Real things to fear? That sounds ominous.”
“I know,” Cressida said, nodding. “It does, doesn’t it?”
Mr. Buttons stuck his head into the front seat. “Anything else?”
“It’s hazy, to be honest.” Cressida shook her head, clearly trying to remember. “Anyway, tell me what’s been going on without me.”
Mr. Buttons and I had visited Cressida in the hospital only the day before, and had told her about the nicotine. Of course, Blake had already informed the doctors. “There’s not much to tell,” I said. “We brought you up to speed yesterday.”
“Wait a minute,” Cressida said. “I remember something I thought was very peculiar. Lord Farringdon told me that Dorothy and James seemed comfortable with one another when they spoke. He said it seemed as if they knew each other. I remember thinking it was strange.”
“Maybe they do know each other,” Mr. Buttons said, and I shot him a look. We usually humored Cressida when she said that her cat provided her with information, but on this occasion, Mr. Buttons appeared to be taking her seriously.
“Dorothy’s son is the one who contacted James and his group, telling them about the boarding house. Maybe he didn’t just find them online,” I said.
“Or maybe he did, but Dorothy knows James as well,” Mr. Buttons added, “and was upset to see him there.”
“I think we need to find out more about your new cook,” I said to Cressida, and she nodded.
When we reached the boarding house, I pulled up as close as I could to the steps of the front porch. I helped Cressida up the stairs, even though she kept pulling her arm away and, at the same time, gripping my arm. Mr. Buttons followed along, carrying with the small bag Cressida had at the hospital, and we took her to her room.
“I don’t want to lie in bed,” Cressida said, but she lay down anyway, and she quickly fell asleep after I gave her a prescribed pill. Mr. Buttons and I left the room, shutting the door.
“Is it safe for her here?” I asked him.
“I can keep an eye on her,” Mr. Buttons said. “This house has seen some strange things lately, though. I don’t know how safe any of us are.”
It wasn’t a comforting thought. We walked downstairs and sat in the front hall. There were two overstuffed chairs in the rear corner, with a small table between them.
“I wonder if Dorothy is around,” I said in lowered tones.
“I think I can hear her banging around in the kitchen.”
I nodded and fell silent for a moment. Sure enough, there was someone in the kitchen making noises. Pans banged together, and the water turned on and off. I leaned toward Mr. Buttons.
“Let’s go check out her room,” I said.
“Would that be proper?” Mr. Buttons asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. “No.”
“All
Cressida sat in the passenger seat while I drove, leaving Mr. Buttons to sit in the back of the van. We went to the McDonalds drive through, and I ordered a cheeseburger and fries for everyone, and a chocolate milkshake each for Cressida and me, and a Diet Coke for Mr. Buttons. As we waited for the food, Cressida leaned toward us. “I remembered something about that day, when someone tried to kill me,” she said.
“What?” I asked, while accepting the food through the window of my van.
“I saw that ghost boy, Frank?”
“James,” Mr. Buttons said. “Frank is Dorothy’s son.”
“Right. I saw James and Dorothy arguing.”
“About what?” Mr. Buttons asked as I handed him his Diet Coke, before driving off.
Cressida took a long drink of her milkshake before answering. “I don’t know. I don’t think Dorothy much cares for talk of ghosts; she seemed mad that James was there. She told him something - I think I’m remembering it right, but she told him there were real things to fear in life, and not to waste his time looking for fake things.”
I shook my head. “Real things to fear? That sounds ominous.”
“I know,” Cressida said, nodding. “It does, doesn’t it?”
Mr. Buttons stuck his head into the front seat. “Anything else?”
“It’s hazy, to be honest.” Cressida shook her head, clearly trying to remember. “Anyway, tell me what’s been going on without me.”
Mr. Buttons and I had visited Cressida in the hospital only the day before, and had told her about the nicotine. Of course, Blake had already informed the doctors. “There’s not much to tell,” I said. “We brought you up to speed yesterday.”
“Wait a minute,” Cressida said. “I remember something I thought was very peculiar. Lord Farringdon told me that Dorothy and James seemed comfortable with one another when they spoke. He said it seemed as if they knew each other. I remember thinking it was strange.”
“Maybe they do know each other,” Mr. Buttons said, and I shot him a look. We usually humored Cressida when she said that her cat provided her with information, but on this occasion, Mr. Buttons appeared to be taking her seriously.
“Dorothy’s son is the one who contacted James and his group, telling them about the boarding house. Maybe he didn’t just find them online,” I said.
“Or maybe he did, but Dorothy knows James as well,” Mr. Buttons added, “and was upset to see him there.”
“I think we need to find out more about your new cook,” I said to Cressida, and she nodded.
When we reached the boarding house, I pulled up as close as I could to the steps of the front porch. I helped Cressida up the stairs, even though she kept pulling her arm away and, at the same time, gripping my arm. Mr. Buttons followed along, carrying with the small bag Cressida had at the hospital, and we took her to her room.
“I don’t want to lie in bed,” Cressida said, but she lay down anyway, and she quickly fell asleep after I gave her a prescribed pill. Mr. Buttons and I left the room, shutting the door.
“Is it safe for her here?” I asked him.
“I can keep an eye on her,” Mr. Buttons said. “This house has seen some strange things lately, though. I don’t know how safe any of us are.”
It wasn’t a comforting thought. We walked downstairs and sat in the front hall. There were two overstuffed chairs in the rear corner, with a small table between them.
“I wonder if Dorothy is around,” I said in lowered tones.
“I think I can hear her banging around in the kitchen.”
I nodded and fell silent for a moment. Sure enough, there was someone in the kitchen making noises. Pans banged together, and the water turned on and off. I leaned toward Mr. Buttons.
“Let’s go check out her room,” I said.
“Would that be proper?” Mr. Buttons asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. “No.”
“All
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