By Sheila Connolly
The New York Times bestselling writer of the Orchard Mysteries provides this brief prequel that begun Meg Corey's mysterious adventures at the apple orchard within the small city of Granford, Massachusetts.
Out of a role and residing by myself in a drafty Colonial apartment, Meg Corey is meant to be solving the home as much as promote, yet now she's acquired the flu and she's freezing and she or he feels very sorry for herself. Then Deborah Warren indicates as much as distract her—but is Deborah a ghost, or simply the made from Meg's feverish imagination?
Choosing to think that Deborah fairly is a ghost, Meg units out to find the reality of why she's been round for 2 hundred years and support her locate domestic.
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I said it lightly enough, but all this talk was making me a little uncomfortable. I mean, it wasn’t like I’d never been in a locker room before. Guys are always commenting, and some like to strut. But I don’t think too many would admit if they stared. “They just . . don’t approve. Of the photographers, I guess. ” Jimmy rinsed pails, so I 25 really couldn’t see his face. ” Those kind of people? ” He did a one-shouldered shrug. “A couple candids here and there. I like candids, because it’s when they don’t think you’re looking that you catch people being themselves.
Sure, I’d never heard of him having any girlfriends, but I didn’t have any either. Didn’t mean a thing. I was busy. I had stuff to do. ” Shoving aside a stack of school crap, Mom perched on the edge of my bed. “I can understand that you’re angry. Jimmy should’ve told you before he entered those pictures in that contest. But he probably thought he didn’t stand a chance and, well . ” “That picture isn’t necessarily a bad thing. ” Then I got it. “Oh, great. You think Yale . . ” Mom got this defiant look.
I had to go that year, though, because I was president of the student council. We got there early to help the schools set up in the gym and lug in the boxes of pamphlets and junk they gave away to try to get you interested: T-shirts, key chains, chocolate-chip cookies, bottled water with the school logo. Pizza. One school even had a raffle going for an iPad, which I thought was cool. I even listened to the sales pitch just to get my name entered. Mostly, though, I went around to the different tables to make sure things were running smoothly and to see if the reps needed anything.