By Carolyn Keene
While Nancy arrives on the McGuire's health ranch in Arizona, she discovers that the way forward for the ranch is being threatened through unexplained injuries. Teaming up with a ghost, Nancy starts her look for a beneficial choice of historic Kachina dolls and hunts for her elusive adversary, who's made up our minds to avoid the ranch from operating.
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I haven’t decided. I’m not talking about that —” “Parties are for kids,” Cydar suggests. “No they’re not! That’s a stupid thing to say. ” The occasion is one of Plum’s most satisfying memories, Justin’s crowds of fabulous friends and the noisy fuss they’d made of young Plum; the highlight had come when a female guest fainted, and Fa had tapped her face until she revived. “Everyone’s having slumber parties. ” Her mother looks tortured, which means her daughter may. The girl scrambles upright on the pew.
Her name flutters around her like the skeleton of a leaf — Plum, Plum, Plum — uttered in the hushed but unswerving voice of the Underworld. Plum is so startled that she stops both chewing and howling, the chocolate turning to clay in her mouth. For all she has daydreamed, she’s never believed, but suddenly she’s rigid with what’s true. There are no angels, but there are demons, and one of them has come for her. And suddenly Plum would rather be ordinary after all. “Plum? ” Her sights plunge toward the ground, over the fence and into the garden of the house next door, where their neighbor stands with her hands clutched together, peering up troubledly.
Plum bridles: Rapunzel is her most-scorned distressed damsel. Those coils of moldery moth-eaten hair, the idiocy in never thinking of lowering herself to the ground, rather than waiting to be climbed. ” she answers uncivilly. The neighbor steps forward, her shadow skimming the fence. Her head is tipped to see Rapunzel, and Plum can see down her cleavage. “Would you like to come to David’s party, Plum? We’re having a picnic. ” Plum’s window is high enough to overlook every corner of the neighboring garden, and she notices now, in the shade of a tree, the small boy lying on his stomach in a shallow wading pool.