your own conclusions, so what’s the point of explaining it? You won’t believe me.” “Try us,” Andrea said. “We want to listen.” Cady took a deep breath. “She’s a ghost.” Both the women were rendered speechless. Ranjoo’s kohl-lined eyes went wide, Andrea’s jaw dropped and the blue vein at her temple seemed to twitch. “Her name is Bilhah. She comes to me from 1765, she’s a slave in President Holyoke’s house, she has a kid she needs to get out of there, and she needed me to write that note to do it. So I did.”
