Thanksgiving Day At Jamal's
"Ghostwriter? How are you doing that, Dad?" Jade asked.
"It's not me," Alex said to Jade. "it's Ghostwriter."
"Ghostwriter, what a trip!" Jade said.
Alex found it all too familiar.
"You sound just like me when I was your age." Alex chuckled.
"Um, hi Ghostwriter." Jade said.
Alex chuckled, "He can't hear or talk out loud like we do you have to write to him." he explained.
"How do you know all of this, Dad?" Jade asked.
Alex smiled, and reaching under his jacket he pulled out the pen that was on the cord around his neck.
"Because, he wrote to me when I was around your age," Alex said. "he put together a team of kids called the Ghostwriter team who solved real mysteries in the neighborhood and I, your mother, and Aunt Gaby were all members of the team."
"Do you think he's starting up another team?" Jade asked, perking up and the mention of solving mysteries.
"He could be," said Alex, "why don't you write to him and find out?"
Jade grabbed a pen and strung the cap around a cord, put it around her neck, and began to write to Ghostwriter.
The next day, the entire Ghostwriter team met up at Jamal's house for Thanksgiving dinner.
When the dessert course came, Ghostwriter appeared to Tuan Junor through the whipped cream on his pecan pie.