In a car on a sunny day, me and Jaimie are in a rush. We’re telling the driver that we have loads of money which is not true at all. In fact, we have to stop to pick up Jaimie’s check at the grocery store. We get to the house which is like our old house in Coleta. We have to be there before the realtor gets there to give a tour. The electricity is cut off. When the guests arrive, we are hidden away in the dark house. We race through hidden passageways and chutes to follow the tour unseen. we’re 12 and 8 again. our bare feet feeling the cold hard cement under the thin carpet, our long hair tangled against our white nightgowns. ghosts playing a game.