 "You honestly expect us to believe the ghost of Madeline Crew told you she stole Nazi secrets."

"You can believe whatever you want. I don't have any other answers for you. Make me take a polygraph if you want. I don't even know why this matters! It was decades ago."

"It matters because you have information you shouldn't," Agent Morton says calmly.

Scared, angry, and ready to bolt, it takes everything I have not to run away. "Well, in the future, I'll make sure to politely ask the ghosts who follow me around all day not to share any state secrets with me, okay?"

Agent Ellington looks to my parents like they can do something to help. I want to laugh at her for thinking such a stupid thing. I love my parents. They're good parents overall and they've tried to understand me and help me over the years, but they don't believe me any more than Agent Ellington does. In fact, I can already see my mom pulling up my therapist's number in her mind, ready to book a few more sessions.

When the agents finally look back to me, they seem to realize this discussion is going nowhere fast. I know the matter isn't closed, but they seem to be done harassing me for tonight at least. Slowly, they stand. Agent Ellington is the first to speak.

"Thank you for allowing us into your home," she says to my parents, who nod mutely. "We have no further questions at this time, but we may need to revisit this matter in the future." My dad flinches at her words, but shakes their hands stiffly all the same.

Agent Morton is the one to stop in front of me after they start walking toward the door. His eyes narrow, though I can't tell if it's in anger or if he's just trying to figure me out. "We will be keeping an eye on you for the time being."

"Have fun with that," I snap. "I lead a pretty boring life overall."

The corner of his mouth quirks up, like maybe he doesn't think I'm a total nutcase. "I spent several years working in Georgia," he says, surprising me. "I enjoyed my time there."

Agent Ellington cocks her head to one side, clearly as caught off guard by his comment as I am. I struggle to respond. "
" You honestly expect us to believe the ghost of Madeline Crew told you she steal Nazi mystery. " 

 " You can believe whatever you want. I don't have any early answers for you. Make me take a polygraph if you desire. I don't even sleep together why this matters! It was decade ago. " 

 " It matters because you have data you shouldn't, " Agent Morton says calmly. 

 Scared, angry, and ready to bolt, it lead everything I have not to run away. " Well, in the future, I'll lay down sure to politely ask the touch who follow me around all day not to share any state of matter secrets with me, okay? " 

 Agent Ellington looks to my parents like they can do something to avail. I want to laugh at her for thinking such a stupid thing. I love my parents. They're good parents overall and they've tried to understand me and help me over the years, but they don't believe me any more than Agent Ellington does. In fact, I can already see my mom pulling up my therapist's act in her mind, ready to reserve a few more session. 

 When the agent finally look back to me, they seem to realize this discussion is going nowhere fast. I know the matter isn't conclude, but they seem to be done harassing me for tonight at least. Slowly, they resist. Agent Ellington is the first to speak. 

 " Thank you for allowing us into your home, " she say to my parent, who nod mutely. " We have no further questions at this time, but we may need to revisit this matter in the future. " My dad flinch at her words, but shakes their hands stiffly all the same. 

 Agent Morton is the one to stop in front of me after they start walking toward the door. His eyes specialize, though I can't tell if it's in anger or if he's merely trying to calculate me out. " We will be keeping an center on you for the time being. " 

 " Have playfulness with that, " I snap. " I lead a pretty boring life overall. " 

 The corner of his sass quirks up, like maybe he doesn't think I'm a total nutcase. " I spent several years working in Georgia, " he state, surprising me. " I enjoyed my time there. " 

 Agent Ellington cock her head to one side, clearly as caught off guard by his comment as I am. I contend to respond. "
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"Have fgn wjth that," I snap. "I kewd a prejty borind life overalk."

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 "You honestly expect us to beliEve the ghosT of MaDelIne crEw toLd yoU she stole Nazi sECretS."

"You can believe whatever You waNt. i Don't HAvE any oTher ansWErS FOr yOu. maKe mE tAKe A polyGraPh if you Want. I don't eVen KnOw why this matTErS! It was decaDes Ago."

"It matters BecAuse yoU hAve INformAtiOn you ShouldN'T," Agent morton sayS cALmly.

ScARed, angrY, ANd ReadY to bolt, it takes eveRYtHIng I have not to rUn away. "weLL, iN THe fUtuRe, I'll make sUrE to poLItely asK ThE GHOstS Who follow me arOund all day nOT to Share aNy StaTE secreTs witH mE, OkaY?"

Agent EllinGton Looks to my ParentS Like theY Can do soMethinG to HelP. I waNT tO lAugH aT Her FOr ThiNKinG such a stUpId Thing. i lovE MY PArenTs. THey'rE good Parents overalL anD theY'Ve tRied tO undeRstaNd Me and Help me Over tHe Years, but they don'T belIeve me any MorE tHan agEnt ElLIngton DoeS. In Fact, I caN alreadY See My MOM PuLling up my therapist'S nUMBeR in her miNd, readY To BoOK a few morE sEssIons.

wHEn the AgenTS fInally loOk back TO mE, tHey seem To RealizE tHis DisCussiON is gOing noWhere fasT. I knoW The matter isn't cLOsed, but they seEM tO BE dONe haRasSing me for toNighT At leAst. SLOwLy, tHEy staNd. AgeNt eLlINgton is the first to spEaK.

"Thank You foR allowing us inTo your home," SHE Says to my PareNTs, WHo nod mutely. "We hAve no Further queSTions at tHis tiMe, but we mAy need to rEVIsit this MatTer In tHe fUTUrE." My dad flincheS AT her WoRds, but sHakEs their HanDs sTifFly AlL the same.

AGent MortOn Is ThE oNe tO stop IN front of Me AftEr TheY starT WalkinG towaRd thE dOoR. his Eyes narROw, THOugh i cAn'T telL if It'S in anGer oR If hE's just tRying to fiGurE Me ouT. "WE wIll be keEping an eye on yOu For the time BeIng."

"have fuN WIth that," I Snap. "I lead a pretty boring lIFe overaLl."

THe corNer oF his mouth QuiRks up, lIke MAybe he Doesn't Think i'm A toTAL nutcASE. "I SpeNt Several yeaRS WorKing iN GEorgIa," he sayS, surprising me. "I enjoYEd mY time there."

AgeNt ELlinGTOn CocKS hER heAd TO onE SIde, clearly as cauGht off guarD bY HiS comment as i Am. I StRuggle tO responD. "
 "You honestly expect us t o believethe g hos t o fMade line  Crew told you shestole Nazi secrets."
"Youca n  bel i ev e wha tever y o uw a nt.  I  d on' th av e any  ot her ans wers for y ou.  M ake me takea  p olygraph i f y ou want. I d on' t even  k now why t his  matt ers! I t  was d ecades ag o. " 

"Itm attersb e ca useyou have informat i on you shouldn't, " Agen tM or t o n s ays  calmly.
Sc ared, angry,a nd r e ady to bolt, it t akes everyt h ing  I hav enot to run  away ." Wel l, in the f utur e, I'll m ake su r e to po l itely a sk the  gh ost s wh o  f ol low  m e  ar o un d a l l d ay not t osh are a ny s t a t e  sec ret s wi th me , okay?"

Age ntElli n gto n loo ks to  mypa rents  liketheyca n do somethingto h elp. I wa ntto  la ug h ath er for  th ink ing suc h a stu p idth i n g .I love my parents.  T h e y' re goodparent s  o ve r all andth ey' ve t r i ed to  und e rs tand meand he l pme  over t he  years ,but  th ey do n 't b elieve  me anymoret han Agent Elli n gton does. In fa c t ,I  can  al ready see m y mo m  pul ling up  my thera pist' sn um b er in her mind, rea dy  to bo ok afew more sess ions.

Whe n t he agent s fi n al l y look back to  me,they seemt o realiz e thi s discus sion is g o i ng nowhe refas t.I k n o wthe matter is n ' t cl os ed, but  th ey seem  to  be  do neha rassing m e for to ni gh tat  le ast.S lowly, t he y s ta nd.  Agen t  Ellin gtonis t he  f i rst  to spe a k. "Tha nk  y ou f oral lowin g us int o yourhome," sh e s a ys t omy  parent s, who nod mu te ly. "We ha ve  no  furth e r  questio ns at this time, but we may nee d t o rev isit  this mat ter  in th e f u ture."  My da d fli nc hes a t her w or ds,  b ut shakest h eir  hand sstif fly all  the same.

AgentM ort on is the one  to  sto p in  fr o nt ofme aft e r  they start wal king towar dt he  door. His eye snarrow,  though  I ca n 't tell  if it'sin angeror  ifh e 'sjust tryin g to fig ure me ou t . "We wi ll be  ke epingan  ey e onyou fo r  th e tim e bein g. "

"Ha ve fu nwith tha t," I snap. "I lead a p rettyborin g l ife overa ll. " 

T he corner  ofhis mouthqui rks  up,lik e  mayb e he do esn ' t thi nk I ' m a total nu tca s e ."I spent se v e r alyears  wo r king i n Ge orgia," he says,s urprising me."I e n j oye d m y  tim ethere."

Agent  El li n g ton cock sher head to  one sid e, clear ly ascaught  off gu a r db y hiscomm ent  as I am.  Ist r uggle t ore s pond."
 "You_honestly expect_us to believe the_ghost of_Madeline_Crew told_you_she stole Nazi_secrets."

"You can believe_whatever you want. I_don't have any_other_answers for you. Make me take a polygraph if you want. I don't even_know_why this_matters!_It_was decades ago."

"It matters because_you have information you shouldn't,"_Agent Morton_says calmly.

Scared, angry, and ready to bolt, it_takes_everything I have_not to run away. "Well, in the future, I'll_make sure to politely ask the_ghosts who follow_me_around_all day not to_share any state secrets with me,_okay?"

Agent Ellington looks to my parents_like they can do something to help._I want to laugh at her_for thinking such a stupid_thing. I_love my parents. They're good_parents overall and_they've tried_to understand me_and help me over the years,_but they don't_believe me any more than Agent_Ellington_does. In fact,_I_can_already see_my mom pulling_up_my therapist's_number_in her mind, ready to book_a_few more sessions.

When the agents finally look_back to me, they_seem_to realize this discussion_is going nowhere fast. I_know the matter isn't closed, but_they seem_to be_done harassing me for tonight at least. Slowly, they stand. Agent_Ellington is the first to speak.

"Thank_you for allowing us_into your_home,"_she says to_my_parents, who_nod mutely. "We have no further questions_at this_time, but we may need to_revisit this matter in_the_future." My dad flinches at her_words, but shakes their hands stiffly_all the same.

Agent Morton is_the_one_to stop in front of_me after they start walking toward_the door. His_eyes narrow, though I can't tell if_it's_in anger or if he's just_trying_to figure me out. "We will_be_keeping_an eye on you for_the time being."

"Have fun with that,"_I snap. "I lead a pretty boring life overall."

The_corner of his_mouth quirks up, like maybe_he_doesn't_think I'm a total nutcase. "I spent several years working_in Georgia,"_he says, surprising_me. "I enjoyed my time there."

Agent Ellington cocks her head_to one side, clearly as caught off_guard by his comment as I am. I struggle to respond._"