“Meeting time,” Brody said mid-Wednesday morning.
Tonio c****d a dark eyebrow. “Since when do we have meetings?”
“Since we have to talk about something that will affect all of us.”
Kurt came out of his and Tonio’s room in the hayloft of the barn. “Do not tell us we’re moving somewhere else,” he said, sitting down next to Tonio on the ‘relatively’ new sofa. Sage and Mike had done as they’d promised, soon after the ghosts had moved into the barn, arriving one night with a rental truck holding the sofa, a large rug, and several decent chairs to replace the ones the ghosts had ‘borrowed,’ to use Brody’s words, from the attic of the boarding house where they used to live.
“No,” Brody replied. “I think we’re all quite happy right where we are. That said, last night, while you two were at the
