At once I grabbed the hand that he’d lifted to hit himself. “Your life is important too. You have to stay alive for Uncle Akbu and Sis Shirley. Uncle Akbu has been tolerating everything for so long just for you!” 

He stared at me with his beautiful clear blue eyes, which were glistening with gratitude as well as regret for misunderstanding Uncle Akbu. 

Suddenly, a wet and slimy hand took both our hands and pulled them apart. 

Pelos and I looked at Ghostie at the same time, while Ghostie spat a mouthful of water in Pelos’ face. Pelos was caught off guard.

I shouted angrily, “Ghostie! Are you going to let Pelos and I talk nicely!? You are too childish!” He was just like Harry.

Ghostie pouted and retracted his hand through...