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“Yes, sweetie. Something goes wrong or something just goessomething,and certain people end up with one foot over on this side.” Precipitation shrugged. “I wasn’t rich enough to enjoy the hype of Spiritualism when I was alive, but people were just as obsessed with unlocking the secrets of the hereafter then as they are now.”
“Can he see us?” Huck hesitantly waved his hand in front of the guy’s face. He jumped in surprise when the guy seemed to turn toward him.
“I don’t think so. Hmm. He might be sensing our energy. Mine is particularly strong, you know.”
“Think they brought him here to talk to us?”
“Why else? I doubt it’s a coincidence these TV people who want to talk to ghosts just so happened to bring along someone who’s able to talk to ghosts.”
“But you really think he’ll be able to? Like, maybe he could… you know, be able to deliver some messages and stuff?”
“Thinking about your parents still, hmm?” Precipitation patted Huck’s shoulder. “I’m sure of it, sweetie. Just wait for your chance and reach out, all right?”
“Cool.” Huck smiled, admiring the medium again.
Okay, yes, maybe he was a bit more than justcute—the guy was handsome and looked like he gave awesome hugs, probably enjoyed snuggles, and wow, Huck really hated being dead.
The first of Huck’s lessons after learning there was no escape from this place was that interacting with the living was off the table. Few ghosts were powerful enough to consciously make themselves known. Most of the time, it was an accident or luck, and Huck could never make any of it work no matter how hard he tried.
Huck couldn’t even get anyone to hear him, and that was supposed to be way easier than being seen or touching. He spent a whole week last year screaming at Myrna and didn’t get anything more than her checking her ears for wax once or twice.
But with a medium…
Who knows what might be possible?
Huck hadn’t realized how hard he must have been staring at the medium until he caught Precipitation staring right at him. “What?”
Precipitation quirked his brows, glancing between Huck and the medium. He suddenly grinned. “Oh, you littletart.”
“Huh?” Huck frowned.
“Want to have a bit of scrumping, hmm?”
“A bit ofwhat?” The tour was moving on now, and Huck hurried to catch up, with a very smug Precipitation right on his heels. “We’ve talked about this. Use real words!”
“You heard me!” Precipitation taunted. “You want to steal the apples from the cart. Have a game of bumping uglies. Engage in amorous congress. Blanket hornpipe.”
Realization finally clicked, and Huck groaned. “No! I’m just… I’m just, ugh, I just want to talk to him about my parents! Also, there is no way those are real ways to talk about sex.”
“Yes, they are, and you know it can totally be done with the living and the living-challenged,” Precipitation declared.
“You made that blanket one up. Admit it.”
“I once had the mostthrillingweekend with a beautiful man back in the nineties.”
“Didn’t even know he was sensitive,” Huck muttered.
“He didn’t even know he was sensitive to the paranormal!” Precipitation said, either not hearing Huck or ignoring him. “He was a natural medium and had no idea! It was incredible.”
Like most of Precipitation’s stories, Huck had heard this one before. He nodded along as Precipitation gave him the filthy details all over again, catching up to the tour group, which was currently at the Eastern Stairs.
Huck hung back even though he was curious about the medium. He didn’t much like being near the spot where he’d died, especially knowing that damnthingwas hiding in the stairs.
He could hear the thrumming pulse at this distance, and he tried tuning into Precipitation’s colorful chatter to distract himself from it. “Wait, uh, so what about the positions?”
“Oh, sweetie. There are positions you can do as a spirit that will blow your mind!” Precipitation gushed. “We should try your lessons again. You’ll need to be able to touch him if you want to pull his gorgeous thick legs up over…” He froze. “Oh no.”
“What?” Huck turned to see what was happening that could have distracted Precipitation from what was arguably one of his favorite things to talk about, and he saw the medium wandering right up to the Eastern Stairs.
