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"Let's not think it's Howard's ghost of Mr.

Senetsky again," she pleaded.

Cinnamon thought a moment. Rose was coming

along with Steven.

"Don't say anything to Rose just yet. She's

spooked enough by what we found last night." We agreed and went on to our vocal class. Mr.

Littleton had decided to turn us into a little chorus.

with Ice, of course, singing lead. We had an

opportunity to really hear her vocalize, and all of us.

even Howard, were very impressed.

Later, when we confronted each other in dance

class in our dance costumes. Steven took a lot of

ribbing from Howard, who baptized him Mr.

Toothpick Legs. Mr. Demetrius employed Rose as his

assistant to help us develop fundamental moves and

exercises. She truly had a striking figure, and moved

with such grace and east, she was inspiring to watch

and to try to emulate. She seemed made of rubber,

able to turn, twist and mo

ve in defiance of gravity

itself.

While we were working in the studio.

Cinnamon nudged me and nodded toward the

doorway.

There, apparently observing us for some time.

was Edmond Senetsky. Rose saw that we were

looking behind her and turned and saw him there as

well. She suddenly became very nervous. A moment

later, he was gone. She looked back at us and then

caught Howard gazing at her, a big fat Cheshire cat