Previously on Sherlock Herms in Intimations
I pawed the computer mouse awake. I wanted to know whether other ghost hunters ever had a problem with ghosts not knowing they’re dead. I needed to know how a pawfessional explained it to the ghost.
“Whatcha looking for, Hwermie?” Dottie appeared next to me, her bright blue eyes alive with joy, despite her being dead.
I clicked off the Ghost Hunter Q&A site. “Just doing some research.”
“Ohhh! I love history.” Dottie pointed to a photo of Abraham Lincoln on the page beneath the one I’d just deleted; a page dedicated to all things paranormal about U.S. Presidents. “My grandmother, Violet, was a history buff and was especially fascinated with Lincoln. Did you know Mr. Lincoln visited Michigan only once, but left a long-lasting impression as he is attributed with the first known use of calling a Michigan resident, a ‘Michigander?’”
A memory exploded inside my head of Dori telling me about something she had read in her ghost book. “There’s some old hoomon named Lincoln who died and according to the legend, every April 29th, the phantom twain carries his body through the town of Urbana, Ohio, following the route it took back in 1865 when it carried his body back to Springfield, Illinois.”
I had an idea. I didn’t know if it was possible, but if it was, Dottie would be joining Violet and Isobel on the roof for tea by this time next week.
I sat with Opie and Jack on my new office furniture in my new office. It was so new, it still had a new office smell. “So, do you think it’s possible?”
My tabby brothers exchanged looks, then nodded in unison. “But how are you going to explain it to her?” Jack asked.
“See, that’s the idea. I don’t explain it. I let her figure it out for herself.”
Opie and Jack again exchanged looks. “What if she freaks out?” Opie wondered.
“I wouldn’t want a ghost freaking out on me,” Jack added.
“Hopefully no one,” I said as I hurried to take the box. (There was no chance in Hades of Dori sharing her treats.) I’d been asked to help promote the manufacturing of the Catipilla climbing frame using a crowdfunding campaign via Kickstarter. “You know how Violet and Isobel hired us to help their granddaughter, Dottie, understand she’s dead?”
“But they can’t tell us anything about her being dead cuz they’re gagged by the G.A.G. order,” Dori added.
“Why can’t you just tell her she’s dead?” Opie asked.
“Because that would upset her,” Candy explained.
“So, I got an idea,” I told them. “What if we took Dottie on a trip in Mosey? Back to some historical event, before she was even born?”
Dori and Candy exchanged glances. “That would fweak her out,” they said in unison. Read More