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Show - 98 - pleased her parents and they watched with admiration and joy. To Penny and Vicky, these were happy, nostalgic times that would remain within their hearts for the rest of their lives; beautiful, sweet memories of loving family and home. At times like these, Penny wished with all her heart that the ghost of Claudine would find rest. Sometimes she felt that the burden was almost too much for her to bear. Her sister was oblivious to it all. The ghost had stopped appearing to her and it was as though Claudine had never existed for Vicky. The young girl realized that it now remained for her alone to shoulder this awesome burden. As night came on and the lights strung around the grounds were turned on, Penny wandered away from the guests sitting around the tables. She went into the gazebo and sat on the little wrought iron bench and leaned her chin on her hands, which rested on the low railing, and looked over in the direction of the hills beyond the grove. The music and laughter seemed muted and her mind turned to the ill-fated lover3. She lifted her head and looked around her. All of a sudden, the sun was shining brightly and there wasn't a breeze stirring, but all around her bration was a hum of activity. This was not an Easter cele- for these people were not her family and friends. At that moment she did not think or care about the frequency of the switches back in time that were occurring. Later she would, but at this moment she concentrated on the events occurring around her. Only the Gavens could accomplish the perfection that she saw everywhere. Small round tables, with delicate lace tablecloths and lovely flowered centerpieces, were scattered around the lawns. Garlands of flowers were strung everywhere; around the gazebo, the veranda, the blaustrades, even the lady in the fountain wore a crown of flowers in her hair. White |