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the outside world, other than you two, is allowed to know about
it.”
“That’s bad!” said Nikki, wondering and worrying what they
would do if they had to call home for help. She frowned and put
away her phone.
Jack was disappointed, but he shrugged and took it all in stride.
“So, Mister Wishbone,” he said, putting his now useless phone
back inside his pocket. “What do we do now? What do you
want me to do with this pumpkin? It’s getting kind of heavy.”
“See that building over there?” Wishbone asked, pointing to a
small, rectangular building made of gray stone, and sitting
between a pair of willow trees to their right. The building had a
brass door with small, stained-glass windows on both sides of
it. “That’s called a mausoleum. The Trinity of Wishmothers
lives there… or rather, they are buried there.”
Once again, poor Jack
mausoleum?” he asked.
looked
confused.
“What’s
a
“It’s like a grave,” Nikki explained, “except that it’s above the
ground, not below it.”
Jack nodded. “Oh, I see. Their bodies are buried in there but
their ghosts are now stuck inside the black pumpkin.”
“You can set the pumpkin down, near the entrance, Jack,” said
Wishbone.
“Okay,” said Jack, happy to set the heavy pumpkin down. As
an afterthought, he removed his empty messenger bag and set
that down near the pumpkin. He didn’t want to carry the bag
around anymore, either.
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