As soon as they left, Moose and I were back on solid groundallfor one and one for all!
They planned every minute of every day, and we barely saw them.
We were both content to sleep in and collect unemployment.
Living in South Florida was starting to look less permanent and more like a temporary situation.
Sunday morning, the three girls wanted to make us breakfast.
Moose pumped up the tires, and off she went.
We rushed over to see if she was okay.
I helped her up while Moose picked his bicycle up off the ground.
Pat was crying, her right knee was bleeding, and the front wheel was bent.
Apparently, she was coming around the corner, and a car turned in front of her.
Moose rolled his old ten-speed bike back into the garage and was busy assessing the damage.
He had leaned it against a wall when we moved in and hadn’t ridden it since.
We were all shocked that he didn’t wait until we were done bandaging her up.
It was an uncomfortable moment and very revealing.
I’m not sure the girls had ever seen that side of Moose…
Despite what happened, the three girls had a great vacation and saved a lot of money on hotels.
He was short, about five-foot-five, on the heavy side, with dark skin like his mother.
That was about the time Jon started hanging out over at our house.
They asked us if we saw the human shape by the end of the couch in the living room.
I immediately said I did, that it had a very rounded head and looked like an old man.
They saw the same thing.
John didn’t see it, he was asleep.
We made aOuijaBoard out of small paper squares, labeling themA-Z,0-9, with aYESand aNO.
We arranged them in a circle.
I sprayed furniture polish inside the circle and flipped a wine glass upside down in the middle.
“I repeated it over and over for about an hour without any luck.
Jon was getting so tired that he started supporting his right arm with his left.
Moose was nodding off…
Suddenly, the wine glass started moving, getting everyone’s attention.
It glided over to"YES"and then went back to the middle of the circle.
Then, I asked,“Are you the spirit of the guy who owned this house?
The next morning, when Moose and I woke up, we knew it was time to leave… Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental…
