I rented the stone fence farmer’s “autoo” 137 and took Silvia and Diogenes to a neighboring town that afternoon. We didn’t get back to the hotel until dinner time.
“What have you been up to all day, Rob?” I asked.
“Numerous things. For one, I strolled down to the haunted house.”
“What did you see?” cried the women.
“I saw four––”
“Ghosts?” asked Beth.
I shot him a warning glance.
“Young tomcats playing tag with the mice.”
I corralled Rob outside after dinner.
“For Heaven’s sake!” I implored. “Don’t disturb Silvia’s peace of mind. Did you go inside?”