My daughter jumps to her feet, waving her arms. “Can’t ye see her? Ye must see her! She’s just there!” This time, she points to the fire.
“No one is here, Ann!” I snap. “Ye must stop this nonsense.”
Ann’s arm twists up her back and she moans, as though being tortured.
How can I save my beautiful, sweet daughter?
“Who is it that torments ye? Tell me!” I demand to know.
“She named herself Goody Good.” Ann gasps. “Owwww! Make her stop, Papa! Please make her stop!”
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