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want her to hover, and she had no reason to fear for his safety in their own garden. Had she waited all
day just for this?

The next day, Saturday, was worse. Mary looked forward to Saturdays now more fervently than she
ever had as a child. On Saturdays she had Jamie to herself all day. They played games, she read him
stories, they went for walks and had adventures. But that Saturday all Jamie wanted to do was dig.

She stood in the garden with him, staring at the vulnerable white bumps of his knees, and then at his
stubborn, impatient face. тАЬWhy, darling? Why do you want to dig?тАЭ

He shrugged and looked at the ground, clutching the spade as if she might take it away from him.

тАЬJamie, please answer me. I asked you a question. Why are you digging?тАЭ

тАЬI might find something,тАЭ he said, after a reluctant pause. Then he looked at her, a slightly shifty, sideways
look. тАЬIf I find somethingтАж can I keep it?тАЭ

тАЬMay I,тАЭ she corrected automatically. Her spirits lifted as she imagined a treasure hunt, a game she might
play with him. Already, her thoughts were going to her old costume jewelry, and coinsтАж тАЬProbably,тАЭ she
said. тАЬAlmost certainly, anything you find in our garden would be yours to keep. But there are
exceptions. If it is something very valuable, like gold, it belongs to the Queen by right, so you would have
to get her permission.тАЭ

тАЬNot gold,тАЭ he said scornfully.

тАЬNo?тАЭ

тАЬNo. Not treasure.тАЭ He shook his head and then he smiled and looked with obvious pride at his small
excavation. тАЬIтАЩm digging a grave,тАЭ he said. тАЬYou know what they do with graves? They put dead people
inside. I might find one. I might find a skellington!тАЭ

тАЬSkeleton,тАЭ she said without thinking.

тАЬSkeleton, yeah! Wicked, man! Skellyton!тАЭ He flopped down and resumed his digging.

Feeling stunned, Mary went inside.

тАЬAnd thatтАЩs what you phoned me about?тАЭ said Clive.

тАЬHeтАЩs your son, too, you know.тАЭ

тАЬI know heтАЩs my son. And I like to hear what heтАЩs doing. But you know I like to sleep inтАж you could
have picked a better time than early on a Saturday morning to fill me in on his latest game.тАЭ

тАЬItтАЩs not a game.тАЭ

тАЬWell, what is it, then? A real grave? A real skeleton?тАЭ

тАЬItтАЩs morbid!тАЭ