The Hanging Hill

62

“I have never been thrown out of a rehearsal in my life!” fumed Mrs. Stone.

“My first time, too,” said Zack. They were standing in the lower lobby outside the closed doors to rehearsal room A.

“Would you like to join me at the library?” Mrs. McKenna asked Mrs. Stone.

“Why?”

“You might find a book.”

“And?”

“Right. Okay. See you back here at seven.”

That got Mrs. Stone’s motor running. “I don’t have a thing to wear!” She clicked away on her high heels.

“How about you, Zack? Want to hit the library?”

“Maybe later. I need to take Zipper out for a walk.”

“Okay. Do you know where the library is?”

Zack nodded even though he had no idea where it was located.

He nodded because the ghost of Bartholomew Buckingham had just materialized over Mrs. McKenna’s left shoulder.

“What ho, Demon Slayer!”

Apparently, it hadn’t been a nightmare.