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firecracker, fearless and wild. Was it an act? What really had been going on in Seattle?
    “Nothing,” said Finley. She blew out a breath. “Everything. I don’t know , Mimi.”
    Agatha knocked on the window, and they both startled even though they’d seen her coming. Finley rolled it down with a sigh. Agatha’s warm energy and fragrant scent washed into the car.
    “Is this a private session?” asked Agatha. “Or do you girls need some help?”
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    “Unlike a lot of the poor souls that got burned in Salem,” said Agatha, “the Good sisters actually did have powers. Strong ones. Patience was the sweet one. But Abigail and Sarah, they were hell-raisers. They loved to cause trouble.”
    They sat in Agatha’s cavernous, richly appointed dining room. The table could have seated twenty people, maybe more. But it was set for only three, and they gathered at the corner near the stained-glass doors that opened into the chef’s kitchen. A large mirror spanned the wall above and the enormous oak and marble-topped sideboard. Eloise generally avoided her reflection, but today she used the mirror to watch Finley, who was seated beside her.
    “Abigail is the worst of the three,” said Finley. “Sarah just kind of goes along with her. And Patience tries to keep them, and me, out of trouble. But she’s weaker, gets lost when they’re around.”
    “What kind of trouble?” said Eloise.
    “When they first showed up, they were sweet,” said Finley. “They helped me to understand what I was and what I was seeing. Prior to that, I thought everyone was seeing what I was seeing. Then I had this moment with my mother when I realized I was different. I asked her who the woman sitting on our couch was and why did she look so sad. As you can imagine, she freaked . So, from that point forward, I kept my mouth shut. I think I was six. They came that first night. Unlike the others, the sisters talked to me.”
    Finley paused and took a sip of water. A lean young man with white blond hair drifted in from the kitchen and served salad.
    “Arugula with pears, candied walnuts, and goat cheese crumbles,” he said. Then he disappeared.
    “I was just glad to have someone to talk to about the things that were happening to me. They helped me to understand what people wanted, even though as a little kid I really couldn’t do anything for them.”
    Finley paused and heaved a heavy sigh, as if it had all been pressing down on her for years. Eloise was dumbfounded. She’d had no idea about any of this.
    “You know my mom never told me about your abilities, Mimi. Not until the night you hit your head. Then she couldn’t keep it a secret any longer.”
    Finley looked over at Eloise, and Eloise put a steadying hand on her shoulder. Then Finley went on.
    “But slowly, they started making mischief. The first bad thing they did was encourage me to set some magazines on fire in the living room. My dad had left a lighter out after using the fireplace the night before. It wasn’t the fire they wanted so much. As soon as the magazines were burning, I yelled for my mom, and she put them out right away. It was the fight that would ensue between my mother and father afterwards. They loved it when people were arguing.”
    Finley wrapped her arms around her middle, looked down at her plate.
    “Patience was the one who told me you hit your head when I was eight.” Finley looked over at Eloise. “The other two loved it, because my mother went nuts.”
    Finley paused and picked up her fork. Eloise and Finley nibbled at their salads. It was divine, the prefect union of savory and sweet. But Eloise didn’t have much appetite at the moment. Agatha ate with gusto. She apparently knew all of this.
    “They’re Troublemakers,” said Agatha. “Some spirits like this thrive on negative energy—anger, depression, loneliness. They’ll occupy any empty space they find.”
    Finley widened her eyes and nodded. She went on.
    “Later,