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done.”
    “Gavin, why don’t you and Luke take Lily outside and play awhile?”
    “Oh.” Hayley shook her head at Stella’s suggestion. “I don’t want them to have to mind her.”
    “We can do it,” Gavin piped up. “She likes to chase the ball and the Frisbee.”
    “Well . . .” At nearly ten, Gavin was tall for his age. And at just-turned-eight, Luke was right behind him. They could—and had—handled Lily at play on the backyard grass. “I don’t mind if you don’t, and she’d love it. But when you’re tired of her, you just bring her back.”
    “And as a reward, ice cream sundaes later.”
    David’s announcement got a couple of cheers.
    When playtime was over, the sundaes devoured, Hayley carried Lily up to get her ready for bed, and Stella brought the boys up to the sitting room they’d once shared to watch television.
    “Roz and Mitch want an Amelia talk,” Stella told her. “I didn’t know if you’d gotten the word.”
    “No, but that’s fine. I’ll be down as soon as she is.”
    “Need any help?”
    “Not this time, but thanks. Her eyes are already drooping.”
    It was nice, she thought, to hear the muted crash and boom of some sort of space war on the sitting room television and the bright chatter of the boys’ commentary on the action. She’d missed those noises since Stella had gotten married.
    She settled Lily in for the night—hopefully—checked the monitor and the night-light. Then left the door ajar as she returned downstairs.

    She found the adults in the library, the most usual meeting spot for ghost talk. The sun had yet to set, so the room was washed with light that was just hinting of pink. Through the glass, the summer gardens were ripe, sumptuous, spears of lavender foxglove dancing over pools of white impatiens, brightened with elegant drips of hot-pink fuschia.
    She spotted the soft, fuzzy green of betony, the waxy charm of begonias, the inverted cups of purple coneflowers with their prickly brown heads.
    She’d missed her evening walk with Lily, she remembered, and promised herself she’d take her daughter out for a stroll through the gardens the next day.
    Out of habit, she crossed to the table where a baby monitor stood beside a vase of poppy-red lilies.
    Once she was assured it was on, she tuned in to the rest of the room.
    “Now that we’re all here,” Mitch began, “I thought I should bring you up-to-date.”
    “You’re not going to break my heart and tell us you researched during your honeymoon,” David put in.
    “Your heart’s safe, but we did manage to find some time to discuss various theories here and there. The thing is, I had a couple of e-mails from our contact in Boston. The descendant of the Harper housekeeper during Reginald and Beatrice’s reign here.”
    “She find something?” Harper had chosen the floor rather than one of the seats, and now folded himself from prone to sitting.
    “I’ve been feeding her what we know, and told her what we found in Beatrice Harper’s journal, regarding your great-grandfather, Harper. The fact that he wasn’t her son, but in fact Reginald’s son with his mistress—whom we have to assume was Amelia. She hasn’t had any luck, yet, digging up any letters or diaries from Mary Havers—thehousekeeper. She has found photographs, and is getting us copies.”
    Hayley looked toward the second level of the library, to the table loaded with books, Mitch’s laptop. And the board beside it that was full of photos and copies of letters and journal entries. “What will that do for us?”
    “The more visuals, the better,” he said. “She’s also been talking to her grandmother, who’s not doing very well, although she does have some lucid moments. The grandmother claims to recall her mother and a cousin who also worked here at the time talk about their days at Harper House. Lots of talk about the parties and the work. She also recalls her cousin talking about the young master, that’s how she