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Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Part One
  4. Claudine
  5. Zara
  6. Henry
  7. Zara
  8. Zara
  9. Claudine
  10. Henry
  11. Zara
  12. Claudine
  13. Henry
  14. Zara
  15. Claudine
  16. Henry
  17. Part Two
  18. Claudine
  19. Henry
  20. Claudine
  21. Henry
  22. Claudine
  23. Henry
  24. Part Three
  25. Zara
  26. Claudine
  27. Henry
  28. Zara
  29. Claudine
  30. Zara
  31. Henry
  32. Part Four
  33. Claudine
  34. Henry
  35. Claudine
  36. Henry
  37. Claudine
  38. Henry
  39. Part Five
  40. Claudine
  41. Henry
  42. Henry
  43. Zara
  44. Zara
  45. Claudine
  46. Henry
  47. Claudine
  48. Zara
  49. Claudine
  50. Henry
  51. Claudine
  52. Henry
  53. Claudine
  54. Henry
  55. Claudine
  56. Zara
  57. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

“Henry, Claudine, thank you for having me. It has been a true pleasure to spend the evening with all of you, to experience Montague House so full of life. And poltergeists. As the last pick of the night, there could only be one gift for me. In the true spirit of the game, I’m going to steal … from Claudine.”

I walked over and took the statue from her. Everyone went crazy.

“Ooooooh.”

“Daaaamn.”

“No way.”

Even Dave said, “That’s cold.”

Claudine looked startled, then glared at everyone. They immediately went quiet.

“Zara, why on earth would you want that statue?”

“Why wouldn’t I want it? Look at it. It’s so kitschy. I love stuff like this.”

And I did. But there was another reason. I kept looking at it. It had a mesmerizing quality, this strange gravitational pull on me. I wasn’t sure where the statue came from but it just looked like it had an interesting story. And also I loved the fact that, unlike the rest of the gifts, it hadn’t been brought to please Claudine. In fact, it was the opposite. Someone really wanted to piss her off. I appreciated how anarchic and rock-and-roll that was.

“Zara, please,” Claudine said. “Look around. There’s a room full of treasures.”

There was a weird desperation in her voice. She was sounding a little manic. “Go on, everyone, hold them up. Show Zara what her options are.” Everyone awkwardly held up their gifts. “How about the Portuguese tapestry? I was thinking it would look nice hanging upstairs in the master bathroom. The wall across from the claw-foot tub is made for it. The room is beautiful, but it could stand for a splash of art. Imagine it, the southern light bringing out the blues and the blue-greens? Louisa, please take Zara the tapestry.”

“No, Louisa,” I said. “Stay where you are. Claudine, I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be buying this house. It’s gorgeous.” I turned to Henry. “A true work of art. But there’s no connection. I know when I know. The statue and I have a connection. And I’d like to take it home with me.”

“No,” she said. “I’m sorry, but no. That’s just not possible. You can either choose another gift or take the last one on the table.”

“But there are two gifts on the table,” Captain Tiggleman said.