Sally felt a hot flush spreading from the where the tip of Jack's bony finger touched her chin. She lightly grabbed his hand and held it in her own, their fingers enclasped. "Well, the cemetery is always nice this time of year. We could take Zero and have a picnic on the graves?"
“What a magnificent idea Sally! The graveyard is horribly peaceful. I’m sure Zero shall very much enjoy it too!” Using the hand that wasn’t already connected to Sally’s, Jack whistled and in no time they were joined in by the little ghostly dog who came soaring over to them from Jack’s house. He greeted them both with friendly barks flying around both Jack and Sally merrily.








