"Where did you get that?" asked Julie as Lucy ran past with all the energy of a bored seven year old on spring break. She was sporting a purple cloth and pretending to be one of the latest clutch of animated Japanese superheroes.
"Found it." Lucy ran out of the door onto the sun-bright terrace, scattering the cats basking on the warm flagstones.
Julie looked at the old woman standing in the kitchen and held up her hands in a 'what-am-I-supposed-to-do?' gesture. The old woman frowned and pointed to the door, from which the sound of Lucy rumbled like summer thunder. Julie sighed and went after her, followed by the woman.
"Lucy Waterman," she said, hands on her hips. "Where, exactly, did you find it?"
"It was in the ghost house," said the child, referring to the family mausoleum.
"It happens the be the shroud of you great-grandmother," said Julie. "Not yours to take."
"She didn't seem to need it." Lucy came to a halt. "If she wants it back she only has to ask."
"Tell her to put it back," said the old woman. "Tell her I'm asking."
"She cane see or hear you," Julie hissed. She forced a smile. "Lucy, darling," she said. "You shouldn't take things from coffins."
"Well, firstly it's impolite to the dead and secondly they're generally covered in grave lice."
"Ugh!" Lucy threw off the cloak and ran off into the garden.
Julie stepped forward to pick it up. "Now what's the matter?"
The ghost of Lady Melissa did not look amused.