"A touch, but not an unpleasant touch" She inclines her head "We are all of us ghosts. Once we live in a place long enough, love it long enough, we never really leave it even as we are elsewhere in a new life. Take what relic that helps that strand, web weaver friend, and use it with the cunning I know you possess. A bit of straw from here, a stone from there? Who knows but thee? You do not desert Scarsdale, you haunt it, just as the phantom of Earl wanders the Farm. And one day, after you are gone... as all things must, even into a new form a century from now, some ghost of Zara may haunt the house you are about to make. " A glance to the door "Sisterly wisdom dispensed, I should tend to my Shallimar. Tis he who thought you might want a sister's nosy intrusion. The cad"