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David had returned for the first tour the following

Had she been laid out just for hiht be the answer to her murder

"People aren’t really to be found at the cemetery, you know," Bartholo is, of course, that most of us move on And we remain behind only in the memories of those who loved us Or hated us Well, usually, people move on Okay, okay, well, so around a cemetery, but… Well, that’s because they have to re? Oh, hress You will not find Craig Beckett in this ceood man, and his conscience was clean He’s moved on"

"I know that he’s not in the cemetery," Katie said

"Then…why are we here?" Bartholomew asked

"You don’t have to be here," she said

"No, I don’t have to be here But you do not behave with the intelligence you were granted at birth Therefore, I feel it is my cross to bear in life to follow you around," Bartholomew told her

"Hey! I aently," Katie said, shaking her head and praying for patience "It’s broad daylight There are tourists all over the cemetery"

"But why are we here?"

"Whether the person is here or not-and, of course, I don’t begin to assu Beckett’s soul would be in his worn and embalmed body in his tomb-I just like to come It’s beautiful, and it’s a place where I can think When other people, alive or dead, are not driving ht up the wall"

"What is it you need to think about?" Bartholo I just want to remember him Could I have a bit of respectful silence?" she asked

The Key West ceh point in the center of the island In 1846, a raves and sent bodies down Duval Street in a flood After that, high ground was chosen Now, round, but e grave sites dotted the ceraves

It was estimated that there were one-hundred-thousand people interred at the Key West cemetery, in one way or another, triple the actual full-time population of the island

Katie did love the cemetery It was just like the island itself, historic and eccentric, full of the old and the new There were Civil War soldiers buried here, there was a raves with curious senti Beckett was in a family mausoleum that had been there since the majority of the island’s dead had been el sculptures in the ceh atop the roof of thepictures of the sculpture When the Beckett fa place, the cost had been round it stood upon, would cost in the h hundreds of thousands of dollars

"There she is!" Bartholomew said suddenly

"Who? Where?" Katie asked

"The woraves are"

Bartholoraves Her head was lowered, and her hands were folded before her

"I’ to talk to her," Bartholomew said

"I don’t think she wants to talk," Katie said "Bartholomew, you should wait"

He didn’t want to wait He left Katie and went striding quickly toward the beautiful ghost figure in long, flohite As he neared her, she turned She saw hione

Katie shook her head Sadly, the world of relationships was always hard Even for ghosts Maybe roup of tourists was co the area of the ht-iron fence encircled a single bronze sailor who looked out over theto take pictures of the Beckett toel Katie decided to slip away

She walked around to an area where graves were stacked mausoleum-style in several rows, and stood where she wouldn’t be seen The group was a happy one, and she knew that visiting the historic and unusual ce that people did Since life was basically a circle and allthat people enjoyed a walk in the cehter irritated her

Bartholoone down on one knee, and she assuravestones

As she waited and watched, she was surprised to see the woain She was behind Bartholomew Bartholomew didn’t see her As Katie watched, the woroup of tourists seehter The woone

But there was soirl She was also in white, but she earing a own, one similar to the famous halter dress in which Marilyn Monroe had been immortalized in dozens of pictures