“Who’s for another cuppa tea?” asked Mrs. T.

Arther turned to look, turned back again and puff! Piri was gone.

“It was a brief encounter Arther,” assured T, “but none the less, a real encounter of the ghostly kind.”

“Did you see that?” Arther sought confirmation.

“It was Piri Reis popping by to say hi. It’s Göbeklitepe and all perfectly normal,” replied Ayşe, “tea?”

“Abi çay molası! Teas’s up!” announced Mr. T.

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