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She, too, watched Bartholoh, and saw Katie She seeone

Katie frowned; there had been so that seenized her

But she didn’t Irritated, Katie disht

Well, she was in a cehosts didn’t really linger that often in cemeteries They haunted the areas where they had been happy, where they had faced trau they hadn’t found in life

"Hiding?"

The very real, solid and alible sound of a deeparound

David Beckett had co," she said

"I guess it’s a good thing that a cehter of the living," David said He watched as the loud group randfather?" she asked

"My grandfather isn’t here," he said

She sht before I headed out to Kenya," he said, looking toward the ht sh that seems to be the consensus here I didn’t likea life where you don’t stare into faces every day that are speculative-are you or are you not a o and so loved the of which I a is there, and he’s with randmother They had a beautiful love that was quite coraveyard"

"You know, you sound defensive," Katie observed

He shook his head "Yep I have a big chip on my shoulder" He lifted his hands and she saw that he carried a beautiful bouquet of lilacs "Graone Katie followed hiht before the wrought-iron doors

"Very nice-pretty flowers," Katie said

"They seem forlorn," David said

She shook her head "No, that’s forlorn," she told hiraveyard that was surrounded by an iron fence Cemetery raves in decades The stones were broken, a stray as growing through here and there and all within the site were long forgotten, not even their naibly upon the stones

"That’s life," David said flatly "Well, I’ll leave you to whatever you were doing," he told her But as he turned, he stopped suddenly

Katie saw that he was looking at a man across from them, in another section of the cemetery, one that was bordered by Olivia Street

She knew that Tanya Barnard was buried in that section; h her rave Because of the Carl Tanzler/Elena de Hoyos story, the powers-that-be at the ti with the family, had determined that no one but Tanya’s parents would know exactly where she had been buried; there would be no grave robbing In death, Tanya had become a celebrity

Katie had never seen Tanya’s astral self, soul or haunt

She had seen Elena de Hoyos frequently Then again, if anyone had the right to haunt a place, it was poor Elena Ripped frorave, her body adored and yet desecrated, she hadin the midst of normal love

She didn’t hen she walked She did so with her head high And sometimes, she danced, as if she could return to the dance halls of her day, as if she i in love with her handsome husband-happy days before tuberculosis, desertion and the bizarre adoration of Carl Tanzler

Would she know Tanya if she saw her? She had heard the story about the woman, of course It had been Key West’s scandal and horror Her picture had certainly been in the newspapers But Katie had never really seen Tanya

"Damn," David murmured

The man across the way see for

Katie stared, squinting against the sun He was the ht, the man who had appeared to be familiar, who had tried to buy her a drink He had flowers; he laid therave