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“That’s the spirit,” Dale beamed. “Get it?

Spirit!”

To Charlotte’s relief, the movie wasn’t

too creepy. The boys’ jokes after every

jump-scare made it seem almost silly.

Even Brooklyn laughed in spite of herself.

“See? Your brother’s not so bad,”

Charlotte said later as they headed to

the second-floor bathroom to get ready

for bed.

“Trust me, he is,” Brooklyn replied.

Alex was reaching for the knob

when the door burst open and all

three boys piled out.

“Go ahead . . . if you dare,” Dale

said with a sly smile.

“What do you mean?” asked Alex.

“Nothing,” said Max mysteriously.

“Did you put soap on my toothbrush

again?” Brooklyn demanded.

Dale shook his head.

“My hairbrush?”

“I didn’t touch your stuff,” said Dale.

“He’s always doing weird things with soap,” Brooklyn explained.

“If you must know, we were holding a séance to try to make Prudence

appear,” Dale said.

“But no luck . . . so far,” Max sighed. Then the boys burst into laughter.

“Night-night, ladies,” said Lucas, shutting Dale’s bedroom door.