Timmy Higgs got stuck
in the tree, chasing his balsa wood plane two days after the letter appeared in
the paper. He hung there for nearly half an hour before his mother called for
the fire department. Ginny Piper, Fendersburg's fire chief, laughed about it
when she came into the spa that afternoon for her weekly therapeutic massage.
"Kind of nice,
you know? Using our equipment and training." She sighed as Jane rubbed
deep into her shoulder muscles. "That kid was actually scared, just
hanging there, kicking and starting to blubber. And you know what he told me
when we got him down to the ground? He said the Ghost was his friend, and he
wanted to know what we did to scare him away. The Ghost has too much sense to
be friends with that brat. He kicked me in the ankle when I told him not to
climb that tree again." She snorted. "His mother swatted his bottom
before she dragged him away. I bet that's the first time that ever happened.
For both of them."
"Probably,"
Jane agreed. Inside the privacy of her head, she wavered between shrieking and
laughter. Timmy thought he was her friend? Not for all the tea in Asia!
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