5
STUPID, stupid, stupid! Willa could not stop chastising herself as she walked around the side of Greenlee Place and down the hill toward the now rarely-used footbridge that connected their two properties. There was a woman standing on the little red fishing pier on the Greenlee side. Dressed in a rather vintage, peach-colored peignoir and nightgown set. It could only be Sawyer’s mother, Kate. The one folks say drowned in a bathtub like Jim Morrison when Sawyer was only fourteen.
“Well, hello there,” the woman called out to her. “You must be Marian’s daughter. Whatever are you doing over here? Can you see me, too?”
Of course her mother was friendly with the lady of the house. For all she knew, Kate had helped her mother out with the lawsuit. Her mother loved ghosts and they loved her.
