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and I knew that she wasn’t really talking about chemicals.
    â€œI like it here too, since I was born here and it’s the only place I’ve ever lived,” said Junchao.
    â€œI like it here too, because you guys are here,” Alice said.
    â€œThat’s the best reason to like it,” I told her. “
Gui mi
group hug!”
    We all hugged—including Sunny. Our hanger hats clanked together and when we separated, I think Alice’s hat had a few of my pencils stuck to it.
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    Okay, let’s get to work,” I said.
    The four of us sat down on the pink bathroom rug. Sunny read from my mom’s iPad: “‘The first thing you have to do is to cover up all the mirrors in the house with towels and open up all the windows at least an inch.’”
    â€œCover the mirrors and open the windows?” Junchao asked.
    â€œIt says that when you perform the ghost-removal ceremony, you don’t want the ghost going into the mirror by accident because then it will be stuck in yourhouse. You want it to go out the window. That’s why you open every one of them, to make it easy for the ghost to leave.”
    â€œThat makes sense,” said Alice.
    I stood up and opened up the bathroom closet and took out all of our bath towels. “Let’s go room by room.”
    â€œCan I just stay in this room?” asked Junchao.
    â€œBut you’ll be alone,” I said. “Because we’re leaving it.”
    â€œNever mind,” she said, getting up.
    Alice moved over to the bathroom window. She opened it up about two inches. I climbed up on the sink and threw a bath towel over the bathroom mirror. “One room done!” I announced. We all smiled at each other.
    Sunny pulled something from her backpack.
    â€œWhat is that?” I asked.
    â€œIt’s an electromagnetic field meter,” she said. “It measures electromagnetic fields, which are physical fields produced by electrically charged objects.”
    â€œDo ghosts not like electricity?” I asked hopefully.
    â€œNo, they use electricity,” she said. “It should begin to beep if the ghost comes near us.”
    The thought of that little machine beeping made all the hairs on my arms stand straight up. I picked up my mom’s baby powder and gave myself another dose of it. Alice and Junchao did the same.
    â€œHey,” I said. “Why didn’t you pull that thing out in the bedroom?”
    â€œIt said the first step was to use the bathroom. And I wanted to follow the steps,” she said.
    I couldn’t stop myself. I picked up the baby powder and dumped the whole thing on Sunny.
    Junchao gasped.
    Alice grabbed the powder from my hands.
    Sunny sneezed, causing a pencil to fall from her hat and hit the tile floor with a
plunk
.
    â€œQuick,” Junchao said. “Say you’re sorry.”
    Sunny’s eyes looked unbelievably spooky shining happily out from her powdery-white face.
    â€œBut . . .”
    â€œHurry, say it,” Alice said.
    Sunny’s white lips turned up in a grin.
    I thought my head would explode. But I thought about Trudy and her monster anger, and I managed to get out a tiny “I’m sorry.”
    Alice and Junchao looked around the bathroom, hoping that this little apology would keep the ghost away.
    â€œI’m sure that Masha was just making me extra safe with the powder,” Sunny said. She patted my arm just to rub in the fact that I had to apologize to her. She knew that the touch of her tiny evil hand would totally get to me.
    I counted to twenty in Chinese . . . By the time I got to
shi liu
, or sixteen, the danger of walloping little Dr. Freakenstein had faded.
    â€œLet’s start with the mirrors and windows at the back of the house and work our way to the living room,” Sunny suggested.
    â€œDo we have to do your mother’s room?” asked Alice.