Mattie watched her go, then turned back to me. “I haven’t talked to anybody about Ki’s fridgeafator people. Neither has she, until now. Not that there are any real people, but the letters seem to move around by themselves. It’s like a Ouija board.” “Do they spell things?” For a long time she said nothing. Then she nodded. “Not always, but sometimes.” Another pause. “Most times, actually. Ki calls it mail from the people in the refrigerator.” She smiled, but her eyes were a little scared. “Are they special magnetic letters, do you think? Or have we got a poltergeist working the lakefront?”
