“”The dead,” she replied, her voice a breathy whisper. “If you sit and listen sometimes, you can hear the voices of the dead. They rise up from all around us, from cracks in the earth. That’s how the dead tell you their secrets.”
I picked a random page and that was page 14 and part of page 15.
Mrs. Frawley, who was observing this whole conversation, leaned over. “Can I give you kids one word of advice?” she asked?
We both nodded.
“Cupcakes,” said Mrs. Frawley, very seriously.
When you said one word, you meant one word, Sarah Anne said.
Mrs. Frawley chuckled. “Well, here’s a second word for you: chocolate cupcakes.”
“What about them?” I asked.
“Nothing cuts through tension like baked goods,” she said, extremely seriously. “If things get tense and it’s like the party’s going south, break out the chocolate cupcakes. Works every time.”
“I can’t talk about my family,” I explained to everyone at the table. “It’s too risky.”
“Wait a sec, they’re really spies?” Kiki exclaimed. “That is so cool! So, is, like Ombee a fake name, to throw people off?”
“Something like that,” I said.
“Holy Smokes,” said the kid with the backward hat. “Tell us everything.”
I smiled but shook my head. “I really can’t talk about it.”