Cheryl took the bag with a hand that trembled slightly. "I really don't need so much." she said, nervously looking around. "Your ghosts seem to be spirited beings."

Jacob looked long at her without saying anything. He suddenly whipped off his towel and Cheryl had a brief glimpse of leaf green shorts under it, before he snapped the towel viciously at her head.

"Drat!" said Jacob, "Missed! Osmond, do you think you could flap up there and nab that fly that's just gone and sat on that rafter?" He then turned to Cheryl and said, "There was a fly on your ear, sitting. I couldn't bear it."

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