Free Paranormal Summer (Indigo Moon Rising) by Sherry Guyberson Page B

here?"
     
    Jillian suddenly felt uncomfortable. "I dunno. I just thought...."
     
    "That we needed to do some research on the cabin? Great idea!" He headed off to one corner, Jillian tagging along behind since he seemed to know where he was going. "The town archives are here. These books include the plots in them and copies of the census."
     
    The librarian peeked around the corner, looking at the two of them, pushing her glasses up to the bridge of her nose and nodding at them. Ryan gave her a quick wave.
     
    Jillian smiled as if she knew all about it. Ryan started pulling out books and left them open on the table. Most all of them were old, and some were unusually large. There were a few newer ones, and they looked like they had been self-printed, probably from local authors. She could see what looked like hand drawn maps and then ledgers with census information. "We will make copies of these and take them with us. Where's Sonya? Have you talked to her? I thought she was gonna be here, too."
     
    "Well that's how it stood last night. Maybe she got busy, again," Jillian said feeling like it was okay if she wasn't here.
     
    "We'll go over to the Bed and Breakfast and see if she's there." Ryan said as he set the last book on the table and surveyed the stacks he had just made, smiling as if he were quite proud of himself. They scooped up the books and took them to the copy machine. There were quite a few, and some of them were hard to copy. Once they finished the last one, he paid the librarian and left the pile of books back near the local history shelves and walked out.
     
    "Shouldn't we have put the books away?" Jillian asked, carrying the stack of papers.
     
    "No, she doesn't have much to do in there. Plus, she'll wonder what we are up to. The town will be abuzz with our research! Ever eat there?" Ryan said, pointing to a small cafe. The sign above the door said, “Enrique’s, SOME LIKE IT HOT.”
     
    “No, I haven’t eaten anywhere but my aunt's house,” Jillian said, thinking it looked like a neat little place, with drawings of red chili peppers on the glass windows.
     
    “They have excellent food. Not just hot - real Mexican and     Americanized Mexican. My friend, Jorge, his uncle owns it. I think you'd like him. He's a senior and planning on going into business administration in college.” Ryan said raising his eyebrows as they walked.
     
    “What are you going to do, for college? Jillian asked, trying to think of his answer before he spoke.
     
    “I thought I might want to go into counseling, or you know, be a therapist, or that type of work, helping people. Addiction counseling is what I had thought, but it seems like the classes have such restrictions. Their belief system is so archaic. They don't seem to remember that there are so many intricacies that make up a person, their physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, sociological, just too much to consider I guess. And, perhaps the time isn't right for me to decide yet either. Maybe what I will do, doesn’t exist, yet” he said, raising his eyebrows and shrugging his shoulders. They turned the corner and they were at the Bed and Breakfast.
     
    Jillian had never actually looked at it, just driven by it when she was visiting her aunt, and then the other night when she and Sonya came back from the cabin. This was another of the town's historical homes, built by the founder, Abner Baker. It was extremely old and all three floors had round rooms on one corner, so the windows were like that, too. It had a stone foundation like her aunt’s. But the B&B was painted in pinks and purples. It had a lot of what Uncle Tim called gingerbread. Lots of tall fascinating windows, decorated from the inside with lace curtains. There was a lovely little sign by the winding pathway through some gardens that lead to the front porch. She wondered what Sonya's room looked like. Was it on the top floor, like the attic? Or the basement? As they walked up the sidewalk,