A Talking Owl Is Worth a Thousand Words!

"Do you believe in ghosts?" Annette just sort of blurted out. Sara and Seth both looked up at their new friend with surprise. "Well," Sara stalled, "I guess I do." She remembered the night Solomon had visited her in her bedroom after her brother and his friend had shot him, but she hadn't really thought about him being a ghost that night; she'd just been so glad to see her beloved feathered friend. "Well, do you believe in ghosts?" Seth asked, staring intently at Annette's serious face. Annette gazed at Seth and then at Sara, who both sat quietly, each waiting to hear the answer. "No, I just wondered if you did," Annette answered abruptly. "Hey, let's swing." And without taking the time to execute a perfectly calculated leap from the platform as she usually did, Annette grabbed the swinging rope and jumped off as if she couldn't do so fast enough. . . .