C.F. Fowler - Marion Rogers 01 - A Ghost's Vengeance by C.F. Fowler Page A

out. She immediately ran to the young boy and started to play with him. The boy screamed with delight!
      “Can you take Hazel for us, for Golda? Cathy’s kids aren’t really interested in dogs and Hazel needs more than Addy can give her.”
      Morey smiled. With tears in his eyes he said, “We’d love to take Hazel! Thank you! This is such a mitzvah!” His grandson ran around the front yard chasing Hazel and being chased in turn. Both the boy and the dog looked positively joyful.
      Walter shook hands again with Morey and said, “No, thank you! I’m just happy Hazel is where she belongs. Golda must be smilin’ down at us from heaven.” As he said that last part he looked at Marion. Looking back at Morey, he said, “You only have one today?”
      Morey replied, “Oh, yeah, the others are in sports or karate. Jason here has asthma. So he comes here on Saturdays. I think he likes this time alone with his grandpa and I love this quiet time with just him.” Mo wiped a tear of joy from his eye and laughed. “No more quiet now, is there?” The boy’s laughter was infectious. The three of them stood smiling and laughing as the boy rolled around the yard with Hazel.
      “Let me get her stuff out of the car. You won’t have to buy dog food for a while. Addy picked some up every time she went shopping,” Walter said as he turned to the Suburban.
      “Hello, Mr. Feinbaum. My name is Marion Rogers.” Marion said as she held out her hand to Morey. “I hope Hazel doesn’t upset his asthma.” She feared Hazel would need another home if things didn’t go well.
      Shaking Marion’s hand vigorously he said, “Call me Morey. Don’t worry. I’ll put an end to this shortly. They need to burn off some energy.” Mo wore a big grin as he watched the two playing. “Wait until the others hear Hazel is here! This girl will be exhausted!”
    Once the dog’s things were unloaded, thanks were once again offered by all parties, then Marion and Walter got back in the car.
    When they left, Walter drove not toward Adele’s house but in the opposite direction. Marion looked at Walter and he said, “I left my clubs on the golf course when Addy called. I figured I’d pick them up and we’d have drinks in the clubhouse and talk over what you have in mind.”
    They pulled into the parking lot for the Scarsdale Golf Club. Marion marveled at its beauty. The architecture was old and stately, and the colors of the trees on the course were astounding: green, gold, and pink trees lined the course in all directions. Walter asked her to wait while he secured his clubs and she was happy to oblige. The beauty of the course made her wish she had time to play nine holes. East Coast courses are very colorful compared to West Coast courses. When Walter returned they entered the clubhouse bar and sat at a table away from any others seated in the bar. Walter ordered two Arnold Palmers, and when the waiter left he looked as though he had no idea how to start the conversation. Marion let a couple of minutes pass as she remembered how angry he became back at Adele’s house.
    “Are we agreed, Miss Rogers,” he started, “that Addy will be the one you use for this plan of yours?”
    “Absolutely! I didn’t relish the idea of using Catherine’s children, but at the time I figured they were my only choice.”
    “What did you have in mind? A séance?”
    “Nothing as dramatic as that. I just need to sit with Adele, help her get in the right frame of mind that to which Catherine will respond. But first, Adele and I have to be on the same page about this. I understand this family’s feelings about pedophiles, but Catherine is the one we’re trying to save here.”
    Marion hesitated to let Walter digest the information. After a couple of minutes he looked at her and nodded. “Yes, Catherine must be saved.” He seemed resigned to the lesser of the two evils.
    “Mr. Mansfield, there is no shame or disgrace in this. Sometimes these things