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Blake was able to get the local electrician, an elderly man named Earl whose tool belt was too loose around his hips, to come by the house the next morning. Even though the lights were now working, Blake wanted him to take a look at the hall where the bulbs had burst.

While Blake tinkered around outside, my mom and I tried to stay out of both their way. My mom got busy in the front yard tending to the flowers. It wasn't until I saw Earl standing on a wobbly looking ladder that I remembered I still needed to put the photo of Mary Ann Lamont back in the attic. I started to sneak past Earl when he heard me.

"Hey there, miss," he said without looking at me. "Would'ya kindly hand me that screwdriver down there, please?"

I fiddled around in his tool box and handed it to him. He squinted while holding it close to his face.

"My eyes aren't what they used to be," he sighed.

I smiled and pulled the latch to the attic and he stopped me again.

"Be careful up there," he warned. "Don't touch any wires or nothin'. I'll be messing with the electric and all."

"Oh, no, I won't," I said. "I'll be quick. I'm just returning something, that's all."

He cocked his head and squinted his eyes again.

"Sorry?" he said loudly. "My hearing's not too good anymore either; better than my sight, which ain't saying much. Repeat that, miss?"

I walked closer to him and raised my voice a little.

"I'm just putting something back. I found this photo up there last night. Actually, maybe you know of her? Mary Ann Lamont?"

He startled and gripped the ladder so he wouldn't fall. I rushed closer and helped steady him.

"Did you say-" he asked but then stopped when we came face-to-face. His eyes widened.

"Mary Ann Lamont," I said.

"Oh my..." he whispered. "Mary Ann, is that you?"

He reached over and poked me with one finger.

"What?" I said. "No, I'm Gemma, remember? This is Mary Ann Lamont. I found this photo up in the attic."

He blinked and then glanced from my face to the photo.

"Gemma..." he smiled. "Yes, you're Gemma. But, darn if you don't look exactly like Mary Ann."

"Yeah, well..." I smiled tightly. "I thought that was quite a coincidence."

He shook his head. "Ain't no such thing, miss. If my sight wasn't so bad, I'd have seen it sooner."

"You'd have seen what sooner, Earl?"

"She's your doppelgänger," he said matter-of-factly. "We all got 'em. That's what they say, anyway. I ain't never met mine though. But, you and Miss Lamont? Yep, y'all could be twins."

I checked over the stair rail and seeing no one was around to overhear, I said, "Earl, do you know a lot about Mary Ann? A newspaper article I found said she drowned in the lake."

He nodded sadly. "Yep, I've heard the stories. Everyone has, I'd bet. Sad, so sad. Poor gal drowned right out there in the lake behind this here house. It's probably, what? A hundred years by now? She's become a legend around here."

"How'd she drown?" I asked.

The front door slammed loudly and my mom called out for me. I peered down and waved.

"I could use your help out front if you're not too busy," she said. "Don't bother Earl."

"I'm not! I'm putting that photo back in the attic and then I'll be right down," I told her.

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