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is he really…real?” Camden finally got up the nerve to ask.
“He’s as solid as you and I are.” Vickie shrugged scrutinizing Jared’s form. “I think we should contact April.”
Tonya dialed Dr. Miles on her cell phone.
“Oh yeah! That’s it. Explain to the historical director that we have an actual guy from the Civil War. She’s gonna laugh us right out of our internship.” Camden let out a crazed laugh as he paced. Tonya rolled her eyes and with one finger in her ear went to talk to April on the phone down the hall. “This is unbelievable. No one is going to believe this, least of all Dr. Miles.”
“My grand-niece is pretty open-minded when it comes to history, Camden. She’s the least of our worries at this point.”
Tonya came back into the room. “April is on her way. She’s stopping to pick up Virginia and Dottie, too.”
Up until now, Camden hadn’t noticed the awkwardness Tonya possessed in her stance. Vickie had badgered her for the past hour and a half for answers to questions she hadn’t been able to reply to. The usual energy she possessed seemed to have faded from her with Jared’s arrival.
For the first time since meeting her, she appeared uncertain and wary, standing in the background like an unattractive girl at a homecoming dance. He should be jumping for joy. Her Miss Perfect-I’m-Smarter-Than-You shelf had been kicked out from under her feet, but he didn’t like it. All he wanted to do was wrap her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be okay.
Moments later, the room rang with various female voices all talking at once. April, her mother Virginia, her grandmother Dottie, and Miss Vickie, better known to Kings Mill society as the Wilton Women, were all conversing, asking each other questions and yelling to be understood. The cacophony of arguments and heated conversation didn’t make any sense and poor Tonya sat forlornly in the chair across the room.
A loud, two finger whistle split the din.
Everyone turned to see Jared coming forth, a man on a mission.
“Now, ladies, if you would all take a seat...” Shaking his head, he gave another low whistle. “I’m havin’ a mighty fine time tryin’ to grasp the idea of ladies with their limbs exposed, but seein’ a group of fine ladies catterwallin’ amongst each other gets a man’s blood to warmin’…if you’ll pard’n the expression.”
The various looks from the Wilton Women, from amusement to disgust, had Camden nearly laughing out loud. Their expressions matched what he could garner of their individual personalities.
“This is my fault,” Tonya said, jumping up from her position and taking a stance. “I hadn’t meant to cause this to happen.” She waved her hand, indicating Jared’s presence. “I’d been working for a while, hoping to have an actual paranormal experience at Gettysburg.”
Vickie stepped forward. “Dear heart, don’t you know Gettysburg is one of the most haunted areas around?”
“Yes, I know…but for all my past capabilities, I’d never been able to witness anything there.”
“Oh dear.” Dottie, the eldest between Vickie and her wrung her hands with worry. “Haven’t you told her the truth, Victoria?”
“We hadn’t gotten to that point in Tonya’s studies,” Vickie denied. “I was hoping we could work up to her true abilities.”
“Victoria Leigh! You of all people should know not to tempt fate,” her sister scolded.
“What are you two talking about?” April asked.
Neither elderly woman spoke for a moment as each glared accusatorily at the other.
“What is it? What have I done?” Tonya implored, biting her lip and trying not to look like she might be ready to cry.
The women turned to him. “I’m afraid to bring it up around Mr. Phillips as he might not understand.”
“You mean the whole ‘paranormal’ thing?” He laughed slightly. “If what I’ve seen lately is anything to believe… Hey, might as well bring it on. I’ll either wake
“He’s as solid as you and I are.” Vickie shrugged scrutinizing Jared’s form. “I think we should contact April.”
Tonya dialed Dr. Miles on her cell phone.
“Oh yeah! That’s it. Explain to the historical director that we have an actual guy from the Civil War. She’s gonna laugh us right out of our internship.” Camden let out a crazed laugh as he paced. Tonya rolled her eyes and with one finger in her ear went to talk to April on the phone down the hall. “This is unbelievable. No one is going to believe this, least of all Dr. Miles.”
“My grand-niece is pretty open-minded when it comes to history, Camden. She’s the least of our worries at this point.”
Tonya came back into the room. “April is on her way. She’s stopping to pick up Virginia and Dottie, too.”
Up until now, Camden hadn’t noticed the awkwardness Tonya possessed in her stance. Vickie had badgered her for the past hour and a half for answers to questions she hadn’t been able to reply to. The usual energy she possessed seemed to have faded from her with Jared’s arrival.
For the first time since meeting her, she appeared uncertain and wary, standing in the background like an unattractive girl at a homecoming dance. He should be jumping for joy. Her Miss Perfect-I’m-Smarter-Than-You shelf had been kicked out from under her feet, but he didn’t like it. All he wanted to do was wrap her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be okay.
Moments later, the room rang with various female voices all talking at once. April, her mother Virginia, her grandmother Dottie, and Miss Vickie, better known to Kings Mill society as the Wilton Women, were all conversing, asking each other questions and yelling to be understood. The cacophony of arguments and heated conversation didn’t make any sense and poor Tonya sat forlornly in the chair across the room.
A loud, two finger whistle split the din.
Everyone turned to see Jared coming forth, a man on a mission.
“Now, ladies, if you would all take a seat...” Shaking his head, he gave another low whistle. “I’m havin’ a mighty fine time tryin’ to grasp the idea of ladies with their limbs exposed, but seein’ a group of fine ladies catterwallin’ amongst each other gets a man’s blood to warmin’…if you’ll pard’n the expression.”
The various looks from the Wilton Women, from amusement to disgust, had Camden nearly laughing out loud. Their expressions matched what he could garner of their individual personalities.
“This is my fault,” Tonya said, jumping up from her position and taking a stance. “I hadn’t meant to cause this to happen.” She waved her hand, indicating Jared’s presence. “I’d been working for a while, hoping to have an actual paranormal experience at Gettysburg.”
Vickie stepped forward. “Dear heart, don’t you know Gettysburg is one of the most haunted areas around?”
“Yes, I know…but for all my past capabilities, I’d never been able to witness anything there.”
“Oh dear.” Dottie, the eldest between Vickie and her wrung her hands with worry. “Haven’t you told her the truth, Victoria?”
“We hadn’t gotten to that point in Tonya’s studies,” Vickie denied. “I was hoping we could work up to her true abilities.”
“Victoria Leigh! You of all people should know not to tempt fate,” her sister scolded.
“What are you two talking about?” April asked.
Neither elderly woman spoke for a moment as each glared accusatorily at the other.
“What is it? What have I done?” Tonya implored, biting her lip and trying not to look like she might be ready to cry.
The women turned to him. “I’m afraid to bring it up around Mr. Phillips as he might not understand.”
“You mean the whole ‘paranormal’ thing?” He laughed slightly. “If what I’ve seen lately is anything to believe… Hey, might as well bring it on. I’ll either wake
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