Goodreads asked Francesca Forrest:

What mystery in your own life could be a plot for a book?

Francesca Forrest When we lived in Japan, we were way out on the border between suburbs and countryside. Nearby we discovered a place where houses had been demolished, but on the cement blocks they had been built on, there were little stacks of plates, cups, saucers, bowls. We learned that the houses had been demolished to make way for a development that had then stalled ... but why had the residents left the cups and saucers there like that. There's no doubt a mundane reason, but we felt various supernatural ones lingering offstage, too--and the whole thing felt very mysterious.

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