Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Adam asked as we went back upstairs.“Sometime,” I told him. “When we’re telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you.
Cheeses crusty, got all musty, got damp on the stone of a peach,” I agreed. He looked blank, so I repeated it with proper emphasis. “ ChEEZ-zes crusty. Got Al -musty. Got DAMp on the StoneofapeaCH.