A ghostly tale.
Jay and Sarah stumbled up the attic stairs and fell, laughing all the way. ”Careful with that wine,” said Sarah. ”It‘s an integral part of the seance.”
“Who is he calling a mope?” said Mr. Mulrooney. “Pay him no mind, dear,” said Regina. “Perhaps he said mops.” “No, Mother,” said Dickie. “It was definitely mopes.”
“Now, what do we have here?” “What is it, Jay?” Sarah put aside the old copper tea kettle she’d been ogling and took a look at the leather bound book Jay had in his hands.
“Megan!” said Regina Mulrooney. “Will you please stop kissing that man and come with me.” “But I'm really getting better at it, Mother,” said Megan.
After dinner, Jay and Sarah Clark sat back on the sofa and opened the Mulrooney Family album. “Oh, my gosh!” said Sarah, “It’s a picture of our house! Holy crow! How about that!"
Rupert Mulrooney paced the parlor floor and came to a sudden halt. “The Gazpacho!” said Rupert. “What’s that, dear?” said Regina.