I guess I must have stood there looking down at the phone for a while, since my mom went, “Suze? Are you all right, honey?”

I jumped and went, “Yeah, Mom. Sure. I’m fine.”

But I hadn’t been fine then. And I certainly wasn’t fine now.

I had only been to the Mission after dark a couple times before, and it was still as creepy now as it had been then…long shadows, dark recesses, spooky noises as our footsteps echoed down the aisle between the pews. There was this statue of the Virgin Mary right by the doorway, and Adam had told me once that if you walked by it while thinking an impure thought, the statue would weep blood.

Well, my thoughts as I walked into the basilica weren’t exactly impure, but I noticed as I passed the Virgin Mary that she looked more particularly prone to weeping blood than usual. Or maybe it was just the dark.

In any case, I was creeped out. Above my head yawned the huge dome you could see, glowing red in the sun and blue in the moon, from my bedroom window, while before me loomed the chancel in which the altar glowed, swathed in white.

Father Dom had been busy, I saw when I entered the church. Candles had been set up in a wide circle just before the altar rail. Father Dominic, still muttering to himself about my need for adult supervision, stooped down and began lighting the wicks.

“That’s where you’re—I mean, we’re—going to do it?” I asked.

Father Dominic straightened and surveyed his handiwork.

“Yes,” he said. Then, misreading my expression, he added dourly, “Don’t let the absence of chicken blood fool you, Susannah. I assure you the Catholic exorcism ceremony is highly effective.”

“No,” I said quickly. “It’s just that…”

I looked at the floor in the middle of the circle of candles. The floor looked very hard—way harder than the bathroom floor back at the hotel. That was tile. This was marble. Remembering what Jack had said, I went, “What if I fall down? I might conk my head again.”

“Fortunately, you will be lying down,” FatherD. said.

“Can’t I have a pillow or something?” I asked. “I mean, come on. That floor looks cold.” I glanced at the altar cloth. “How about that? Can I lie on that?”

Father Dominic looked pretty shocked for a guy who was about to exorcise a girl who was neither possessed nor dead.

“For goodness’ sake, Susannah,” he said. “That would be sacrilegious.”

Instead he went and got some choir robes for me. I made a nice little bed on the floor between all the candles, then lay down on it. It was actually quite comfortable.

Too bad my heart was pounding way too hard for me ever to have been able to doze off.

“All right, Susannah,” Father D. said. He wasn’t happy with me. He hadn’t been happy with me, I knew, for some time. But he was bowing to the inevitable.

Still, he seemed to feel one last lecture was necessary.

“I am willing to help you with this ridiculous scheme of yours, but only because I realize that if I do not, you will try to do it on your own, or with, God forbid, that boy’s help.” Father D. was looking at me very sternly from where he stood. “But do not think for one minute that I approve.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but Father Dominic held up one hand.

“No,” he said. “Allow me to finish, please. What Maria de Silva did was wrong, and I realize you are only trying to correct that wrong. But I am afraid I cannot see any of this ending happily. It is my experience, Susannah—and I hope you will agree that my experience is significantly greater than yours—that once spirits are exorcised, they stay that way.”

Again I opened my mouth, and again Father D. shushed me.

“Where you are going,” he went on, “will be like a waiting area for spirits who have passed from the astral plane but have not yet reached their final destination. If Jesse is still there, and you manage to find him—and you understand that I consider this a very great if, because I don’t think you’re going to—do not be surprised if he chooses to stay where he is.”

“Father D.,” I began, rising up onto my elbows, but he shook his head.

“It might be his only chance, Susannah,” Father Dominic said somberly, “of ever moving on.”

“No,” I said. “That’s not true. There’s a reason, see, that he’s hung around my house for so long. All he has to do is figure out what that reason is, and he’ll be able to move on on his own—”

“Susannah,” Father Dominic interrupted. “I’m sure it isn’t that simple—”

“He has a right,” I insisted through gritted teeth, “to decide for himself.”

“I agree,” Father Dominic said. “That’s what I’m trying to say, Susannah. If you find him, you must let him decide. And you mustn’t…well, you mustn’t attempt to use any sort of, er…”

I just blinked up at him. “Father D.,” I said. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, it’s only that…” Father Dominic looked more embarrassed than I had ever seen him. I could not, for the life of me, figure out what was wrong with him. “I see that you changed…”

I looked down at myself. I had changed out of my pink slip dress and into a black one that had little red rosebuds embroidered on it. This I had paired with some totally cute Prada slides. I had had a hard enough time choosing an ensemble. I mean, what do you wear to an exorcism? I totally did not need Father D. dissing my duds.

“What?” I demanded defensively. “What’s wrong with it? Too funereal? It’s too funereal, isn’t it? I knew black was all wrong for the occasion.”

“Nothing’s wrong with it,” Father Dominic said. “It’s simply that…Susannah, you mustn’t attempt to use your, um, sexual wiles to influence Jesse’s decision.”

My mouth dropped open. Okay. Now I was mad.

“Father Dominic!” I sat up and yelled. After that, though, I was completely speechless. I couldn’t think of anything to say except, “As if!”

“Susannah,” Father Dominic said severely. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean. I know you care about Jesse. All I’m asking is that you don’t use your”—he cleared his throat—“feminine charms to manipulate his—”