An entire wall of antique telephones, and Daddy is always buying more at garage sales. It’s embarrassing to admit I share the same space as musty, mothball-smelly furniture, dusty books, and teacups that dead people once drank from.īut Bayou Bridge Antiques boasts a LOT of telephones. My parents moved us into the Bayou Bridge Antique Store - a fact I do not brag about. Then again, I don’t live in a regular house. I’d never heard of ghosts waltzing around town making phone calls. No pockets of cold air that freeze you to the floor. Nope, I didn’t see no white figures floating up the staircase to the second floor. A girl’s voice, breathy and whispery, just like a ghost’s might be. Instead of my best friend, Shelby Jayne, there was an unfamiliar voice on the other end of the line. It was also the day I got the strangest phone call of my life. A glorious, heavenly day when you got no more homework due for three whole months. The second day of summer was a flapjack-and-bacon morning with enough sweet cane syrup to make your teeth ache. WHO KNOW THE POWER OF IMAGINATION, FAMILY, AND LOVE. AND FOR HIS MARVELOUS READER-BOYS KEITH, KOHNER, AND KYLER,
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