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and over our heads Mimi and Bondaddy and King and his wife are talking admirally over spots of bourbon in the converted slave quarters some quarters with an iron gate outside and swirling hardwood banisters that fly down from the second floor but can you imagine slaves ever saying whee. And roundabout half an hour under the talk that spills out of their mouths like radio taIk. my twelve-year-old sister looks upstairs in the slave quarters and sees a man stepping with some liquidity across a shaft of light. And she remarks to the adults that she doesnt know anyone is living upstairs tenant perhaps and Mrs. King Iooks up wildly and with a good deal of fear says was it a woman. Wasnt woman was man says my sister and then Mrs. King tells us about the Claude ghost who comes into her family quietly to make a presence just before another member of that family is to die it isnt a cruel ghost but a lady unmistakable in her bearing. confirmed for centuries in a long black dress without grimace but just a motion across a stairway or through a beam of light. Mrs. King looks at Janie who at r z is like a radio receiver for such things no corroded terminals or former marriages or wars to scuff things and my sister says no. this is a man a strong 41