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Show Inside Out, 76 surgery than anyone had expected. It was hard for him to get around, so I still hadn't met him. "Sure," I said, brightly. But it didn't fool anyone. Dad didn't say anything more. I pulled my backpack on. "Well, see you guys tonight, then?" I said, all cheery, and left before anyone could say anything else. I got to the library right when it was scheduled to open, but the employees were late unlocking the doors, so I had to stand around with the other people for ten minutes. Even though the sun was out, it was cold, and I rocked on my toes and heels and blew on my fingers until finally the good-looking guy came to unlock the library doors. I watched him closely. Did he know Joseph? Had they been friends, double-dating together, or taking car-trips to the desert with their dads? Maybe it was just my imagination, but I thought I could feel Joseph near, waiting for me to come inside so that he could talk to me. Haunted. This whole thing was so weird. I'd heard of ghosts talking through mediums, or rattling windows in haunted houses, or maybe sending dreams to people. But no one had ever said anything about e-mail from dead people. If such a thing had happened before, you'd think that there would be rumors of it somewhere, or people making money off of it or something. Why should the first ever e-mail contact from the other side come to ME of all people? Or maybe there were other people being contacted by dead people all the time, only people keep it a secret. If it really happened-if it were really true and not a hoax, it would probably be kind of special to the person it happened to, and not the kind of thing |
