“I sat up. My pants were open. The semen was all over my jeans and on the bedspread. I saw to myself immediately, and then, grabbing for a wad of paper tissue from the nightstand, I wiped up the evidence and stood staring at Jasmine as she came into the room.

“ ‘You crazy boy,’ Jasmine cried. ‘Why did you put those lamps on the windowsills? Are you stupid? You set the curtains on fire! What was going on in your mind?’

“I flew into action. On fire! Blackwood Manor! Never. But she grabbed my arm as I tried to pass her.

“ ‘We put it out!’ she said. ‘Why did you do it?’

“It could have been a disaster.

“As it was, Lolly and Big Ramona, with the help of the Shed Men, replaced the burnt lace panels that afternoon. The heavy draperies were all right. They hadn’t caught.

“I was in a state of terror. I sat numb in my room. I hadn’t answered a single question. Goblin had come around. Goblin sat in the other chair on the other side of the fireplace and wore a worried look on his face. The computer switched itself on. But I wouldn’t go to it. I didn’t want him to take my hand. I didn’t have answers for him.

“Finally, in pure weariness of his being there and staring at me, I said, ‘Why did she come? Where did she come from?’

“He couldn’t answer. He was confused.

“I went to the computer and let him take my left hand. He tapped out: ‘Rebecca was very bad. Burn down the house. Evil Rebecca.’

“I tapped out: ‘Tell me something I don’t know, like where did she come from?’

“Long silence. Nothing. I went back to brooding in my chair.

“Over supper, with Pops, Jasmine, Lolly and Big Ramona, I told them all pretty much what had happened. I told them the erotic part of it, that the ghost and I had been intimate. I tried to describe how very ‘real’ it had all seemed, and how reasonable to light those lamps as Rebecca had wanted, and I told them the things Rebecca said.

“I showed them a cameo that I had found in the attic trunk, one that I’d put in the case in the living room, one that had belonged to Rebecca Stanford, no doubt.

“ ‘Rebecca at the Well,’ don’t you see? And she was named Rebecca. Who was she, why did she come?’

“I felt a sudden dizziness. I looked down at the cameo on the kitchen table. It seemed I heard her saying something to me or I was remembering something. I tried to clear my head. I tried to remember. I strained to remember: Died out there with the cameo on, died out there. I shivered all over. So many pretty lace blouses. That’s what he had always liked, white lace.