Spirit Seeker (19 page)

As I wrote,
Dear Glenda
, the phone rang, and I answered it.

Glenda’s voice was soft as she said, “You are thinking of me, Holly, and I have been thinking of you.”

A chill shivered up my backbone. “Y-Yes, I am thinking of you. I was just about to write and tell you about going to the Garnetts’ house and what happened.”

“I know what happened. You had the courage to seek the spirits and find the answer for which you were searching.”

“Well … uh … sort of,” I explained. “Except it wasn’t spirits that gave me the answer. It was figuring things out and …”

She didn’t give me a chance to finish. “Congratulations,
amber girl,” she said, and I heard a click as she hung up the phone.

As I got up from the bed, I wondered what I had been afraid of.
Forget all that stuff about clairvoyance and super powers
, I told myself.
Glenda’s not magical. She probably heard about the arrest as soon as Mrs. Marsh could get to a phone, and then saw the story on the evening news
. Sara had been right about Glenda’s power of suggestion. I refused to ever let Glenda influence me again.

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror over my chest of drawers and smiled. I was not an “amber girl.” I was me—Holly Campbell—and I knew now that the spirit I had been seeking—and had found—was my own.