Jackie bounded down the stairs as her mother came into the house, her arms loaded with groceries. "Hi, Mom!"
"Hi, Honey." She bent down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Jackie followed her into the kitchen where her mother set down the bags. She then sat at the kitchen table and beckened Jackie to sit down next to her. "Come on, sit down and tell me all about your trip, I've been dieing to hear all about it." Jackie sat down and described all the sights of Philadelphia while her mother listened intently. "Wow, did you see the Philadelphia Gazette?"
"Yeah, Mom. It was so amazing."
"Did they show you how they operated the Printing Press? Your Grandfather Moses used to work right there."
"They sure did, Mom. I took a lot of pictures if it. I also saw where Grandfather Moses slept. Guess what I also heared about?"
"I can't imagine."
"The place was haunted by the ghost of an eighteenth century girl. It says she was born into a wealthy English family, but she fell in love with Benjamin Franklin's poor apprentice. Her family forbade her to marry because of that, and was about to force her to marry an English Lord. She killed herself when she refused, and the place is haunted by her ghost."
"Wow, did you see some creepy things, Baby?"
"Well.." just then Jackie gasped when she remembered about the crucifix. "Uh..yeah, as a matter of fact. We thought we saw her move a crucifix. I felt so sorry for her, the poor thing. It isn't fair that she couldn't marry the boy she loved because he was poor."
Her mother nodded. "Life could be very cruel in that day and age."She hugged her daughter. "We really are lucky to have each other. Usually rich people then, and rich people now, couldn't care less about how their children feel about things, it's all society, the people, what they'd say." She sighed. "We may not have much, dear, but just always remember, you're loved and you can come to me for everything. It doesn't matter what the peple say, just what makes YOU happy, OK?"
Jackie smiled. "OK, Mom. So, when's dinner?"
Her mother went to the bags and began to unpack them. "At about 6:30, I think we're gonna have hamburgers, sound good?"
"Sounds great, Mom." Jackie said as she went back to her room, fearful that Sarah might have touched something while she had been gone. But when she got there she didn't see anything out of place. "Sarah?" She asked.
"I'm over here, Jackie," her quiet accent floated from the other side of the room. She materialized from the window. "I was just looking outside. It looks so different, everything has changed so much. When I was alive, these homes would not be this big, and they would all be made out of wood. These streets..with this gray harded material.."
"Cement," Jackie said quickly.
"Thank you. These would not be here, it would be just a dirt road.."
"With horses, right? Not cars?"
"Oh, is that what you call them? Those horseless carriages?"
"Yes, we call them cars, Sarah. Kind of like the carriages, made with metal, but no horses?"
"How do you get them to move?"
"We put a liquid called gas into the metal that is inside them, called a motor, and that helps make it go."
"All this sounds so amazing, Jackie. OH, I hope I can see Dr. Franklin soon so that I may tel him of this! And Henri..and ..James," her eyes lowered again. Jackie came to her gentily.
"Sarah, can I ask you something?"
"Of course, Jackie."
"What was James like? It helps to talk about him, and share good memories of him. It'll make you feel better. I did that when my grandfather died, and it made me feel better."
Sarah smiled at the memory. "James..I loved him so much. He was one of the sweetest people I have ever met. Of course, being a child of a pretigeous English family, I was a bit spoiled and haughty. I made the mistake of judging him by first looks, which was not right. I thought he was a bit rude and uncouth, but that was before I found out he was an orphan. His parents died in a fore when he was just a baby and he never knew him at all." She tpuched the small locket that was around her neck." James had only one rememberace of his parents, a golden ring belonging to his mother. During the Boston Tea Party, Ijames helped me escape off the ship, but in the madness I lost my most cherhished possesion, a locket my Father gave to me. James took his mother's ring, his most cherished possession, and made me this locket to make me feel better."
"Oh, that was so sweet of him."
"Yes, that's when I knew he was someone very special. Dr. Franklin was the one who raised him and taught him how to read and write. James had one goal in his life, to own his own newspaper. He was determined to do it at any cost. Over the course of the war, he grew and matured, as did I. He not only became more determined to have his own paper, he learned about people's feelings in the war, and how important it was so get the whole story..and he helped me to learn about freedom and the importance of liberty. Also that money doesn't matter to a person. James's heart is more valuable than all the gold in the world, and I knew that the monet I put on this locket." She fingered the locket again.
"That's when you fell in love," Jackoe said.
Sarah nodded. "That's when." She looked up. "I do feel a little better now that I can share these memories with someone." Jackie grinned.
"Um..I couldn't help but notice that when we were in Philadelphia you were able to move the crucifix. How were you able to do that?"
"I may not be able to touch things physically, but sometimes I can move things with my mind. But they have to be very small things. I can just look at something small and wish it to another place. I've been able to redecorate a lot this way." She smiled. Jackie smiled back.
"Can you do that right now, right here?"
"I think so," Sarah said. Jackie picked up her pencil and laid it on the desk.
"Ok, can you move this pencil from here, over to there?" she pointed to her bed. Sarah looked at the pencil for a long time, than her gaze went to the bed. After a few moments the pencil disappeared from the desk and reappeared on the bed. Jackie gasped. "Wow, how you do that?"
She heared a knock on the door and her mother's voice. "Jackie? Inez is here, I'm sending her up."
"Ok, Mom," she looked at Sarah. "I can't wait to show Inez what you can do. You don't mind demonstrating, do you?"
"Certainly not. I don't mind doing things for my friends," Sarah looked at her, her eyes glowing at the words.
