Holt did nothing of the sort. He wasn’t the ‘obeying’ kind of dog.

He was always eating things of hers. Clothing, books, family heirlooms.

Ghosts!” gasped Alice. “Real, live ghosts?”“No! Not ‘real, live ghosts!’ Spooky, dead ghosts!

So please try to keep in mind that, when I plague you, I do so because you’re the only person I can plague.