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The Ghost Belonged to Me (Blossom Culp, #1) The Ghost Belonged to Me by Richard Peck
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“Mother told her she looked just like the duchess of York, but younger. Lucille returned the compliment by remarking that Mother looked just like Queen Alexandra, but younger. And Dad wondered aloud what was wrong with good American people:
“You look right miserable, Dad,” I told him.
“So do you, Alexander, but younger,” he replied.”
Richard Peck, The Ghost Belonged to Me
“But witnesses will say a good deal to make a long story out of a short happening.”
Richard Peck, The Ghost Belonged to Me
“Gladys took a supper tray upstairs to Mother, who said she could not face anybody anymore that night or maybe ever. Lucille was a worse case. She stalked through all the rooms staring up at the ceilings like she was planning to take her cue from Captain Campbell and hang herself from a light fixture.”
Richard Peck, The Ghost Belonged to Me
“She commenced to nibble around one of the sugar roses and before I could back out of the bushes darted her face forward and gave me a thank-you kiss on the mouth. It took me by surprise and had a strawberry flavor.
My luck being what it is, Lucille was mounting the porch steps just then and had a clear view of this business behind the bushes. Looking down, she said very haughty, “Alexander! How disgusting and at my party too!”
So I told her that what I was doing under the porch was not a patch on what she did on the porch with Tom Hackett.”
Richard Peck, The Ghost Belonged to Me
“I was getting long in the leg but still short on experience.”
Richard Peck, The Ghost Belonged to Me
“You were not cut out for a quiet life because you are honest to a fault.

A man can want something to the point of indecency, he said, and when he attains his goal, it is ashes in his mouth and a bad conscience.

The twentieth century did not look to be an age with any patience for the past.”
Richard Peck, The Ghost Belonged to Me