No. Tender Anne kept away from the farmhouse these days. The daughter of Henry Mawking seemed quite happy in the afterworld place and was staying clear of the property. She hadn’t caused the ghoulish noises in the middle of night, and other ghostly events that caused the hairs on the back of his neck and arms to rise. He had bigger problems on his hands. Mucho grande ones. Like unfriendly aliens visiting the property and farmhouse, going about their planetary invasion.
Strange, mind-confusing alien activity had been happening on his farm for the past six days; events that he never in a million years wanted to bring to Ben’s attention for fear that the reality show cowboy would think him insane and never visit Conclave, and Calvin, again. Life turned complicated like that sometimes, compri
