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“It was nothing,” I said. Was it? Or did this have something to do with the ritual yesterday?
“But you said you heard something?” he asked.
Sometimes I felt like I was living with a mini detective. The kid could be like a dog with a bone.
Oops.That might not be very politically correct in this crowd.
The front door swung open, saving me from my thoughts.
“I’m here!” Buddie called from the porch.
“Time to go,” I said, handing Charlie a roll as he dashed past. “You need to eat something.”
As soon as they were off the porch, I caught Buddie handing Charlie a chocolate donut.
I took his plate of eggs he hadn’t touched and ate them as I looked upward. Whatever that had been, it was gone. Were noises part of the transition? Too bad I didn’t have another guide to ask. Kicks had given the impression he knew the other guide. Did he have a satellite phone? Could he ask for me?
Probably not a good idea to get too reliant on him. Every time I thought he was on my side, he did something questionable. “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time,” I muttered. “Or is it ‘tells you who they are’?” Too bad there weren’t any smartphones left to check.
“‘Shows you.’ It’s a quote from Maya Angelou.”
I spun and then literally fell out of my chair when I saw Jaysa sitting there. The last spiritual guide, all in black and looking as old as she had in life.
I froze where I was, on my butt, on the floor. Could she see me? She was looking right at me.
“What the…”No, don’t engage. Definitely don’t sayhell. Don’t meet her eyes. Actually, don’t look directly at her at all.
Was she a ghost? She certainly wasn’t alive. I looked down, still catching glimpses of her from the corner of my eye. Was she rolling her eyes at me?
“I know you see me,” she said curtly.
Even in death, she was still a bitch. What was I supposed to do? Engage and risk her sticking around? Okay, I’d get up and go in my bedroom, and hopefully she’d leave. If this was part of the transition, Duncan might’ve been right. I didn’t want it. Unfortunately, that choice was off the table.
I calmly got off the floor and walked into my room, shutting the door.
“I know you can hear me. How long do you want to play stupid?”
She really was a mean ghost. More reason not to interact and encourage her to stick around. If I couldn’t block her while in the bedroom, I might as well go back to the kitchen and get on with my day. No reason to panic.
She was at the table again. “I went out on a limb for you. Gave you a chance to have a future with the pack and Charlie. Remember your ‘woo-woo stuff’? Well, welcome to the club,” she said with a sarcastic edge.
It was one thing to see ghosts, but a nasty one? No. This wasn’t going to work. I was giving her too much attention. I’d go about my business and she’d leave.
Going back to the bedroom was a lost cause. I didn’t want to bring her with me outside, or into Charlie’s room either. I’d peel the potatoes I needed to get done and kill her with boredom.
“How long will you pretend I’m not here?” she asked, shifting in her chair as if she were real. “If I’ve made the effort to talk to you from beyond the grave, clearly I’m not going away easily. Don’t you want to know why? We could wait a few years, if you like. I’ve nowhere else to be.”
I kept ignoring her. I tried not to look, even as yarn appeared in her hands and she seemed to be settling in.
“What do you think?” she asked, holding up the beginnings of a blanket.
When I didn’t answer, she went back to it. She wasn’t going away.
I admitted defeat and sat down across from her. “Fine. Why have you made the effort to visit from the great beyond? What do you want?”
“To help. Isn’t that clear enough?”
Coming from her? No, not really, but I wasn’t sure I should insult a ghost, and especially notherghost. “Help how?”
