Other Voices, Other Rooms
Why does Randolph insist that the lady in the window is a ghost?
Chapter 4:
Randolph cleared his throat, and grinned, dimples denting his cheeks. His face was like a round ripe peach. He was considerably younger than his cousin: somewhere, say, in his middle thirties. "Still, we haven't exorcized Master Knox's ghost." "It wasn't any ghost," muttered Joel. "There isn't any such of a thing: this was a real live lady, and I saw her."
