QUOTE : I nodded and drank the tea. It had the sharp taste of bark. With Clemence gone, we could get down to business. I needed to find out about the ghost, first of all. Then I needed luck. I asked Mooshum about the ghost and described it. I told him that the same ghost had come to Randall.<br /><br />It’s not a ghost, then, Mooshum said.<br /><br />What is it, then?<br /><br />Someone’s throwing their spirit at you. Somebody that you’ll see.<br /><br />Could it be the man?<br /><br />What man?<br /><br />I took a breath. Who hurt my mother.<br /><br />Mooshum nodded and sat motionless, frowning.<br /><br />No, probably not, he said at last. When somebody throws their spirit at you they don’t even know it, but they mean to help. For weeks mon père dreamed that horse trampled him. Twice, I saw the angel that came to take my Junesse. Be careful.