The fog lifted up out of the ground and swallowed them, catching in their throats until Evie felt she might drown in the sweet-smelling stuff. Oliver said, “They say spirits appear at night.” He paused in his halting way, “It ain’t true you know. The spirits are quiet at night, secretive in their way. It is these morning times when you are most likely to see a spirit.” But none appeared. Later she found the knife in his things with the ebony handle, G. Joh Berg Eskilstuna carved in the blade. Still, he had a kind face.