The Cookie Ghost Who Made a Forgotten Veteran’s Final Secret Come Home

you anything?”

“No.”

“Money?”

“No.”

“A house?”

“No.”

“A gift?”

Emma touched the coin in her pocket.

“He traded me a coin.”

“Ah,” Mr. Lowell said. “So there was a trade.”

“Yes.”

“What did you give him?”

“Cookies.”

“What did he give you?”

“A coin.”

“What else?”

Emma frowned.

“Nothing.”

“Did he tell you that if you kept visiting, he would take care of you?”

“No.”

“Did he continue reading …