Liam looked a little annoyed. He turned away for a moment, probably to calm himself, and then turned back, concentrating only on me. "So, how are you getting along living in my great-aunt's rooming house?"
"It's very comfortable," I said and sipped my drink.
"Aren't there dozens and dozens of things in it that you're not permitted to touch? When I was a little boy, she practically had me in a straitjacket whenever I was there."
"Some items are off-limits, like her old rocking chair," I said, smiling. "Mr. Brady thinks there's a
ghost in the house, maybe the ghost of John Adams."
"If there was such a thing as ghosts, I think they would find my great-aunt most accommodating," Liam said. "Julia?"
"As kooky as she is sometimes," Julia said, "you can't help but love her. No matter how close she is with Mrs. McGruder and her tenants, she's a very lonely woman."
"Great-aunt Amelia? Lonely? She's surrounded by our forefathers," Liam joked.
