<div>&ldquo;Do you believe in ghosts?&rdquo; Annette just sort of blurted out.<br> Sara and Seth both looked up with surprise. &ldquo;Well,&rdquo; Sara stalled, &ldquo;I guess I do.&rdquo; She remembered the night Solomon had visited her in her bedroom after Jason and Jimmy had shot him, but she hadn&rsquo;t really thought about him being a ghost that night; she&rsquo;d just been so glad to see her beloved feathered friend.<br> Sara and Seth looked at each other. Both of them knew that if anything would fall into the category of ghosts, Solomon would most likely be it, but they didn&rsquo;t say anything, uncertain about telling their new friend their special secret.<br> &ldquo;Well, do <i>you</i> believe in ghosts?&rdquo; Seth asked, looking intently at Annette&rsquo;s serious face.<br> Annette looked at Seth and then at Sara, who both sat quietly, each waiting to hear the answer.<br> &ldquo;No, I just wondered if <i>you</i> did,&rdquo; Annette answered abruptly. &ldquo;Hey, let&rsquo;s swing.&rdquo; And without taking the time to execute a perfectly calculated leap from the platform as she usually did, Annette grabbed the swinging rope and jumped off as if she couldn&rsquo;t do so fast enough. . . .<i></i><br></div>