I could see headlights coming up the road that led to my front gate.
"It's probably Bobby and Jessie. I was supposed to go back to the party. You had better go inside."
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She floated back to the veranda. "It's ok, Daddy. They can't see or hear me, unless you want them to.
I can only appear to you and of course, the cats."
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The car pulled up in front of my house. I waved to Bobby and Jessie as they got out.
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"Hey Will, I thought you were coming back to the party," Bobby reminded me, as he jumped up on the veranda, next to me.
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"I'm sorry, buddy. I just didn't feel like it."
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Jessie walked up next to me. "Are you alright? You look like you have been crying."
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I nodded. "New Years Eve is a hard time for me."
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She gave me a hug.
"I understand."
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"Am I missing something here?" Bobby wondered, innocently.
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Jessie laughed, as she kissed my cheek.
"You gotta love my husband. Completely oblivious to everything."
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I patted Bobby on the back.
"That's okay my friend."
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"Don't you remember what Will told us about last New Year's?"
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Bobby shook a little.
"I do, but I was hoping that wasn't what you two were talking about."
He started inside.
"I need a drink. You guys want anything?"
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We both said yes.
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Whisper was standing by my side looking up at Jessie.
"She doesn't sense me, Daddy."
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"What?" I answered, aloud.
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Jessie smiled.
"I didn't say anything, Will. You sure you are okay?"
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I nodded.
"I will be."
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She started laughing.
"And what is with your cats?"
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"Why?"
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She pointed to the living room window.
"They are just scratching at the window and jumping around like two crazy animals."
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I looked at them and laughed.
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Whisper
FantasyWill Templeton built his dream home in the tiny Newfoundland outport of Maynard's Rock, a community of just 200 people. A loner by choice, little did he know that he would be sharing this new home with the Spirit of an 11 year old girl. A Spirit tha...