“You believe in ghosts?”
“Only at Halloween,” Stewart smiled.
Clifford tried a different angle. “There’s one in the room with us.”
“Go on!”
The two friends had books spread out on the kitchen table in preparation for a school test. A sudden gust of air surged inside from an opened window.
“Feel that?” Clifford asked, crisscrossing his arms tightly against his chest.
“It’s just the wind.”
“But is it really?”
Stewart’s look changed to one of concern.
“My mom’s into ethnic cooking big time,” Clifford stated. “She’s making curry tonight.”
“Is it very spicy?”
“Ghost pepper will make it hot.”
“Only at Halloween,” Stewart smiled.
Clifford tried a different angle. “There’s one in the room with us.”
“Go on!”
The two friends had books spread out on the kitchen table in preparation for a school test. A sudden gust of air surged inside from an opened window.
“Feel that?” Clifford asked, crisscrossing his arms tightly against his chest.
“It’s just the wind.”
“But is it really?”
Stewart’s look changed to one of concern.
“My mom’s into ethnic cooking big time,” Clifford stated. “She’s making curry tonight.”
“Is it very spicy?”
“Ghost pepper will make it hot.”
