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287 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published November 1, 2000
But even on the ninth floor of Bellevue-which is where they lock up the crazy people in New York-I probably wouldn't be safe from the ghosts. They'd find me.
They always do.
"Oh, Suze. Not again."
"Yeah," I said. "Yeah, this is my room now. So you're going to have to clear out."
"I'm going to have to clear out?" He raised one black eyebrow. "This has been my home for a century and a half. Why do I have to leave it?"
Just before I fell asleep again, I thought I heard something besides the owl. It sounded like someone singing the words Oh, Susannah, now don't you cry for me, 'cause I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee.
But that, I'm sure, was just my imagination.
“How is it that I'd nearly been smothered to death, and yet I could sit there and notice things like my stepbrother's abdominal
muscles a few minutes later?”