MATEO
It is unsatisfying, and Mateo wrinkles his nose down at the Drop as if it's the place's fault for creating such a lame sound. Glancing about, he grabs a large, smooth rock that he's sure will make a wonderful plunk, handing it to Ever so he can lob it over the edge. "How do you know it likes cookies? Maybe it hates them, that's why it got rid of them. If you make more cookies and they disappear again, you'll know that it's a cookie-hating-ghost," he confirms.
"Mm...? No, I haven't seen her either. Maybe a ghost got her too!" He looks momentarily worried by the prospect, before forgetting all about it. "Nonna met a lady in the woods who said she was Mort's daughter. I bet that she could shoo a ghost out of your house. Or even my dad could do it, if he was in a good mood."
"Mm...? No, I haven't seen her either. Maybe a ghost got her too!" He looks momentarily worried by the prospect, before forgetting all about it. "Nonna met a lady in the woods who said she was Mort's daughter. I bet that she could shoo a ghost out of your house. Or even my dad could do it, if he was in a good mood."
the earth has music for those who listen
