Authors: Betty Ren Wright

The Ghost of Ernie P. (13 page)

BOOK: The Ghost of Ernie P.

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“So who's fault is that?” Art muttered. He lay back with a sigh. “Hey, this is great!”

Jeff agreed. A warm wind whispered through the trees, and insects thrummed their soft summer songs. This was what he'd been waiting for ever since school ended. This was vacation.

The tent flaps parted and Mrs. Keppel peeked in. “I'm going to call on Mr. and Mrs. Muggin,” she said. “You boys will be all right, won't you?”

“Ma!” Jeff protested. Sometimes her mothering got really embarrassing. “Why wouldn't we be all right? And why are you going over
there
?” Even with Margo locked up and far away, he knew he'd never want to go near that house again.

“Because I feel so sorry for Celia Muggin, that's why,” Mrs. Keppel said. “They gave that awful girl a nice home, and what thanks did they get? Arson, for heaven's sake! I know she's sick, but still â¦ I'm just glad she's going to be put away where she can't hurt anyone. And to think she was working for Dr. Palm!” Mrs. Keppel shuddered.

Art looked over at Jeff. “She worked in your doctor's office?”

“That's right,” Mrs. Keppel replied. “
Anything
could have happened. Celia says she's a registered nurse, but frankly I doubt it. Mrs. Deckerman told me her Rosalie saw Margo Muggin hanging around the schoolyard the day Ernie Barber fell off that slide. She just stood there and watched the whole thing, and she never tried to help poor Ernie at all. That doesn't sound like a real nurse to me.”

When she had gone, Art opened the cake box and helped himself. “Margo was at your doctor's office that day you came running out like a scared rabbit, right?”

Jeff nodded.

“Well, tell me, man. Get it over with.”

Jeff leaned back, hands folded behind his head, and started to talk. He stared up at the roof of the tent, and he told Art every scary, far-out, absolutely unbelievable thing that had occurred, beginning with the day of Ernie Barber's funeral.

When he'd finished, Art looked dazed.

“You're not kidding me, Keppel? All that stuff really happened?”

“It happened,” Jeff said. “You think I'd make it up?”

Art gave a long, low whistle. “You mean you've
been
running two steps ahead of a ghost and a witch all this time! Man, that is the worst thing I ever heard of. I'm just glad you didn't tell me the first time I asked you what was going on. I might have turned around and zapped right back to my grandma's house in Chicago.”

Jeff unwrapped a peanut-butter sandwich and popped open a can of soda. “I'll tell you something else about Margo Muggin,” he said. “The worst thing of all. I just realized it a few minutes ago when my mom was talking about Margo.”

Art stared at him, openmouthed.

“If Margo was near the playground when Ernie fell off that slide, he must have seen her standing there staring at him with those glittering eyes, and it scared him so much that he lost his balance. She made it happen. No wonder Ernie's ghost wanted revenge!”

“Wow!” Art slapped his forehead. “And I thought she was such a nice lady!”

For a while both boys were silent, listening to the night sounds and thinking. Then Art sat up and reached for the popcorn.

“You know what I heard?” he asked. “I heard that Ernie Barber's folks are going to give a scholarship next year. The Ernest P. Barber Good Citizenship Award. How about that?” He rolled his eyes. “I wonder what the P. stands for. Did he ever tell you, Keppel?”

There was a very small roll of thunder, far away.

Jeff took a slice of chocolate cake. He hesitated. “No, he never told me,” he said, finally.

It was the least he could do for Ernie.

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ISBN: 978-1-5040-1342-0

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