A number of us were enjoying an August evening
in a shady estate garden, wandering about the well-manicured shrubbery in a light-hearted "ghost hunt." Suddenly I found Marianne, my wife, seated on the ground, bowed in an uncharacteristic posture. She startled when I knelt and spoke, then she whimpered, "Where's Andrew?"
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