Sara, Book 3: A Talking Owl Is Worth a Thousand Words!

"Do you believe in ghosts?" Annette just sort of blurted out. Sara and Seth both looked up with surprise. "Well," Sara stalled, "I guess I do." She remembered the night Solomon had visited her in her bedroom after Jason and Jimmy had shot him, but she hadn't really thought about him being a ghost that night; she'd just been so glad to see her beloved feathered friend. 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't say anything, uncertain about telling their new friend their special secret. "Well, do you believe in ghosts?" Seth asked, looking intently at Annette's serious face. Annette looked at Seth and then at Sara, who both sat quietly, each waiting to hear the answer."No, I just wondered if you did," Annette answered abruptly. "Hey, let's swing." 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't do so fast enough. . . .