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a sudden I got a funny feeling, like someone was calling my name."
              He looked around, searching for a familiar face. "I didn't hear anything. Are you sure?"
              "Oh yeah." She rubbed the chill from her arms. "It was spooky, like somebody whispering from far away." She held up her hand for silence, and waited. When Jack thought he could stand the suspense no longer, she shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, whoever or whatever it was, it's gone now. We might as well get our shopping done."
              He watched her out of the corner of his eye as they covered the short distance to the grocery store. From the look on her face, he was sure she knew more about what happened than she was letting on. He just hoped that this time whoever it was calling her wasn't somebody who'd been dead for a hundred years.
             
                              
     
     
     
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    Sadie tucked the straps of her purse into the crook of her arm and grabbed her battered suitcase by its cracked leather handle. "I'm ready. Let's get."
              "I'm right behind you," Justine said, eyeing the room for forgotten items. Satisfied they'd left nothing behind, she pulled the door shut and twisted the handle.
              "Why did you lock the door? Ain't nobody gonna go into the room and steal our stuff."
              "I don't want anyone stealing something after we leave and the hotel charging us for it," Justine said, guiding her into the elevator. "This way we don't have to worry about it." A loud "ping" announced the lobby, and as the two women stepped from the elevator, she pulled Sadie to one side. "Why don't you wait on the front porch for the taxi while I check out," she suggested. "I won't be long."
              "It better get here quick. I want to get to the plantation before dark."
              "Don't worry. It won't be dark for hours." She patted Sadie's shoulder with one hand and pointed to the front entrance with the other. "The taxi stand is right outside that door."
              Sadie shuffled forward. As she stepped onto the porch, a taxi drew to a halt near the curb. Motioning with her cane, she called to the driver.
              Justine caught up with them as the driver stowed Sadie's battered and worn suitcase into the trunk. "Here's the last one," she said, handing him another.
              "Where to ladies?"
              "Maison de Fleur plantation, please," Justine said.
              "You ladies guests there?"
              "Not exactly."
              "Well, you're in for a real surprise. It's been fixed up real nice."
              "What do you mean, fixed up?" Sadie asked.
              He peered at their reflections in the rear-view mirror. "Haven't you heard? Somebody bought that plantation and turned it into a hotel or something."
              Justine leaned forward. "You don't by any chance know who bought it, do you?"
              "Some old lady and her niece. I don't know much about it, except that the niece and her husband are running the joint."
              "The niece that's running it. Her name wouldn't be Mary Corbett, would it?"
              He scratched his head. "I don't know. Why you asking all these questions about the plantation? You a reporter or something?" He twisted so he could see their faces. "No, I guess not; you both too old. You ain't planning on making no trouble for them, are you? 'Cause if you are, you can just get out right here."
              "Lord, no. We used to live in the house and wondered who bought it, that's all," Justine answered. "We've come back to visit