All the girls got married
No lovelorn ladies forever
Tyler:
Guess not everyone is as loyal as Mrs. Muir
It took me a minute to catch the reference—Mrs. Muir, the widow who moved into a house with a hot ghost. Good thing my dad loved old black-and-white movies.
Me:
Not everyone can stay loyal to a dead sea captain
Tyler:
You know what they say—50 percent of ghost/human relations end in exorcism
Me:
What happens to the other 50%
Tyler:
I assume they’re deeply frustrated individuals
I smiled, then set my phone aside to follow Abby’s suggestion of checking out old primary sources. Plenty of websites included scans of old letters and diaries from nineteenth-century Nantucket, and some had even digitized the text. Even so, most of what I read was a bust. The Starbucks and the Coffins and the Folgers entertained each other, but the Barbanels were not mentioned at all.
My phone buzzed again.
Tyler:
So how’s the great flirtation going? Wooing him with poetry about absent sailor-husbands?
Me:
Yes I memorized the whole poem and recited it
It was epically romantic
Tyler:
I’d pay good money to see you do that
Me:
You think I wouldn’t
But
You haven’t seen the stuff we’re saying in the triplets’ play
Tyler:
I thought you were a silent handmaid?
Me:
