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Chapter 24
Chapter 24
"Well , it's been"-Upsetting. Tense. If I was alive, I'd have shit myself at least twice in the last hour-"really something."
"You're not going in?" Laura asked, pausing outside the front door. None of us used any of the side doors. I didn't know why. Yes I did. Nobody wanted to get mistaken for a servant. Even the servants (the housekeepers, the plant lady, the gardener) used the front door.
"No, no. I'm going to stay out here"-in the freezing, subzero temperature and bitter wind-"and get some fresh air." Even though I didn't breathe.
Laura's perfect forehead wrinkled. "Are you sure?"
"What," the ghost protested, "you're not going to let me in?"
"No, it's a real nice night. And I want to... look at the garden in the moonlight."
"You've got to be shitting me," the ghost protested. "I've been stuck outside for more than a week, and you're not letting me come in?"
"On second thought," I said, "I will come in."
"Let's hope you're a better hostess than driver," the dead woman bitched.
"You shut up. You're getting your way aren't you?"
"All I said was 'are you sure,' " Laura protested.
"Sorry, sorry. I'm pissed at the Ant on your behalf, and it's coming out at totally inappropriate times."
"That cow," the ghost said. "She let her little yappy dog poop in my yard every damn week. She thought I wasn't looking."
"Enough," I said.
"I agree," Laura almost snapped. "It's been a long night."
"Honey, you don't know what the hell you're talking about."
"Are you still planning on meeting up tomorrow?"
"Christmas shopping," Laura agreed, calming down before my eyes. At least her hair hadn't changed color, thank goodness. "I'll meet you here at six, all right?"
"I can't friggin' wait," the dead woman said.
"All right," I said. "Good night."
I watched Laura drive off in her smiley-face yellow VW, which her too-good-to-be-true-but-they-really-were-good adoptive parents had saved up for three years to buy her.
I looked at the ghost, who was a couple inches shorter than me, with dark blond hair pulled back in a short ponytail. She was wearing a faded green Sea World sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows and black stretch pants. Socks. No shoes or coat. But of course, she wasn't cold.
"Why don't you come in?"
"Why don't I?" she agreed. "Thanks for the ride. I thought I was going to be stuck in Edina forever. Talk about hell."
She walked through me into the house, which felt exactly like someone throwing a bucket of ice water in my face. "Dammit!" I gasped, lunging to shut the door.
"Sorry," she said smugly.