“Did you used to dance to this?” Alice said, and Andie closed her eyes and remembered North walking across the floor of that dark bar to her the night they met, pulling her close, whispering in her ear as he moved against her, and all the nights they’d danced to it after that, in their attic bedroom.

“Yes,” she said. “I danced to this. I danced to this a lot.”

“Show me,” Alice said, holding out her arms, “show me a real dance,” and Andie was so surprised that Alice was reaching for her that she went.

Alice’s little hand was cool in hers, and there was a moment when Andie first took it that Alice went still, and then she said, “Show me!” and Andie showed her the basic box step, figuring that Alice would like the symmetry of that. Alice added a hip bounce which improved it tremendously, and then Andie showed her how to twirl under somebody’s arm which Alice loved, and then they just danced around the room while Alice sang, “Somebody’s baby,” over and over because she didn’t know the words yet.

“Play that again,” Alice said when it was done, and Andie thought, Jeez, twist the knife, kid, but she rewound the tape, and they danced again, Alice demanding many twirls, breaking off to bop by herself for a while but always coming back and holding up her arms for more, which charmed the hell out of Andie, singing, “Gonna shine tonight,” with fervor.

“Again,” Alice said, but Andie let it go to “I’ve Got a Rock ’n’ Roll Heart,” which had its own memories since North had been a huge Clapton fan. She and Alice danced wildly around the nursery, the box step and May forgotten for the moment, Alice singing like mad, completely happy since the first time Andie had met her.

She looks relaxed, Andie thought, holding on to Alice’s hand as she flailed happily, doing what was basically the Snoopy dance. She’d been so tense and unhappy at the beginning of the month, but now she was laughing. Maybe things were getting better, maybe-

Carter opened the door, and Alice said, “Come in. We’re dancing.” He shook his head and Andie said on impulse, “Someday there will be girls in your life and they like to dance. Get in here.”

He rolled his eyes, but before he could leave, Alice ran forward and grabbed his hand. “Come on, you need to dance.”

He let her pull him in, clearly in hell but also clearly unable to say no to Alice.

“It’s easy,” Andie said, hitting the pause button on the boom box as the song ended. “Look. This is the box step. You move in a square…”

She stood beside him and made him take the four steps-“Don’t move on the diagonal, trace the box”-and Alice did it with him, saying, “See? See?” He frowned, concentrating, clearly out of his element, but once Carter understood something, Andie had learned, he didn’t stop until he mastered it. Once he had it, she said, “Okay, now with a partner, and you lead.” She put his hand on her waist and he stiffened, and she realized that was the first time she’d ever touched him. Gotta spend more time with Carter, she thought, and took his other hand. “Lead with your left,” she said, and as he stepped forward, she stepped back, following him, and they walked through the step until Alice hit play and “Man in Love” came on, and Andie remembered North barreling down I-71, singing it at the top of his lungs. It seemed impossible now that he had ever done that, North Archer did not sing, but he had, and she’d just laughed and loved him. She’d been with him all that time, and she hadn’t even realized what it had meant back then, that he’d sing like that.

“This is too fast,” Carter said, and Andie shook herself out of the past and said, “No it isn’t. Just follow the beat,” and to her surprise, he did, finding the music almost immediately.

“That’s it,” she said, “that’s great!” She leaned into his arm, and he automatically led. “You’re a good dancer,” she told him, “you’re a natural,” and he shook his head, but she saw him start to smile, not broadly but a real smile. Alice danced around them, finally yelling, “Me! Me!” Carter let go as Andie twirled under his arm, and Alice grabbed Carter’s hand to finish out the song, and Andie watched them and remembered North singing, “I want the whole world to know,” at the top of his lungs. They’d danced to this in the attic, too. The man had hips, she remembered, closing her eyes and seeing him again with one hand on his longneck beer and the other on her ass, laughing off the workday…

I’d give anything to have that back, she thought, and then the song stopped and she kicked herself because it wasn’t coming back. Keep the good memories but let the past go, that was the key.

Maybe that was the key to May, too. If May could let the past go and move on-

Alice said, “Wait a minute,” and hit rewind on the boom box, and Jackson Browne began to sing again. Alice grabbed Carter’s hand and said, “I like this one,” and he smiled back, amazingly, he really smiled, and they started their own kind of box step, as Alice belted out, “Gonna shine tonight!”

And Andie leaned against the wall and replayed that first night again, how gorgeous North had been with his tie loosened, looking at her like she was the only woman in the room, sliding his arm around her waist when she met him halfway, rocking her to the music while he looked in her eyes, twirling her, then pulling her back to all his heat, and she’d laughed, completely free, warmed by the music and the movement and the light in his eyes even though she didn’t know who he was.

And when the music stopped, he’d said, “I’m North Archer, and I think we should leave,” and she’d thought if he didn’t kiss her right there, she’d die, and he’d pulled her out into the dark street-

“Are you okay?” Carter said, looking concerned.

“Yes,” Andie said, straightening, and thought, No, I haven’t been okay since I saw him again, and all the pent-up need for the only man she’d ever loved swept over her. She was in a haunted house with two lonely kids who needed her and she wanted him there with her, to help her save them and to hold her and to make love to her until they were themselves again, until they’d found everything they’d lost again. Maybe this time we could make it work, she thought, but even as she thought it, she knew she’d go crazy again when he forgot she existed. She was high maintenance, that’s all there was to it.

Move on, she thought. May and I have to move on.

She watched Alice boss Carter through the box step again, but when “Man in Love” came back on, they deserted the box step and just danced, and Andie went to join them because she couldn’t help it, they were so happy. It wouldn’t last, but for right now, they were dancing. At least I got this part right, she thought, and raised her arms above her head to do a hip bop, and Alice saw her and raised her arms, too, then “Layla” came on, the old hard-rock version, and Andie shut off the treacherous tape and said, “Bedtime,” over Alice’s wail, shutting off, too, all the memories that had come with it.

She had a ghost to talk to.

Andie sat up in her bed until past midnight waiting for May, but she never came. There were no voices on Alice’s baby monitor, either, so evidently the undead were taking the night off. Or she’d hallucinated everything. That theory appealed to her, and the next day was normal, too, or as normal as anything ever was at Archer House. It was spoiled only by a heaviness in the air and early darkness from thick cloud cover, a big storm brewing up, the radio said. Just what I need, Andie thought, a dark and stormy night. Still, the ghost was delightfully unpresent, so when the doorknocker sounded at close to five that evening, she made the trek down the long, dim stone entry hall without foreboding. Ghosts didn’t knock on doors.