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rare.”
“Have you ever seen a ghost?” I asked, only half joking.
She licked her lips. “Once. I was in India, and there was a young boy who was being possessed by a spirit.”
“They can do that?”
“A spirit can inhabit any living body, but true possession is extremely rare. For two spirits to share the same body is very… uncomfortable for both of them. Sort of like being locked in a small closet. It’s also very exhausting because the two spirits are always fighting for control.”
“What happened to him, the boy?”
“He was fine. But it was one of the most frightening, intense things I’ve ever seen.”
I sat back, letting all the information soak in.
“Are you still going to go?”
I nodded. “I gave her my word.”
“You know Isabel, I remember Nana Elsie. I haven’t seen her in years, but I think she might be an actual necromancer.”
I frowned. “Why would you say that?”
“When we were little, she used to always talk to that man on her porch. The one with the old-fashioned top hat.”
My eyebrows squished together as I strained to remember any such man. “I don’t think I ever saw him.”
“Exactly. I don’t think he was there. Or, I mean, I think he might not have been alive. If she were a necromancer, spirits would be drawn to her. It would explain why Sue was able to communicate with her.”
I didn’t know what to say to that.
Heather smoothed her hands down her paint-speckled jeans. “Better not tell your boyfriend.”
Great. And we were back to the cryptic weirdness. “What?” I asked, the throbbing in my eye returning.
“About Nana Elsie being a necromancer. Vampires like to eat them.”
Not knowing what to say to that either, I mumbled a quick goodbye and walked out. Only once I was in the car did I wonder if she was talking about Shane or Xavier.
i
When I got back to the office, Shane still wasn’t back, not that I expected him. It was only a little after five, and my stomach was already growling. I tossed my purse on my desk, hit the blinking light on the answering machine, and headed for the kitchen.
Beep.
Click.
Hang up. Great.
Beep.
Isabel, this is your mother. I forgot to talk to you at lunch, but there is a big event next weekend and I’ve been hired to cater. I need all you girls to help me out by carrying trays. Call me when you get a second.
Pause.
I mean it, Isabel. Call me.
I slammed the cabinet door and pulled open the fridge, searching for a soda.
Beep.
This time, it was Heather.
By the time you get this, we will have already talked. Think about what I’m going to tell you. I’m sure it’s going to be wonderful advice. Oh, and I think you are out of soda.
Beep.
Could my life get any stranger?
Realizing we had no food in the house, I made my bi-weekly call in for Chinese, grabbed a half-eaten pint of Phish Food ice cream, and settled down at my desk. I made myself a note to call Mom the next day and stuck it to the edge of my monitor before flipping the button that brought it humming to life.
I quickly set up a search engine to look into the Marie San Lucas Memorial Scholarship and then, while that was running, I set up another to run the name Sue Howard Hardy.
A knock on my front door surprised me for the second time that day.
When I opened the door, it had just started to get dark outside and for just a minute, in the dim light and with my eyes not quite adjusted yet, I thought Xavier was standing on my porch holding a bouquet of daisies.
But it wasn’t. It was Devon.
“Devon, what are you doing here?” I asked as soon as my brain caught up with the rest of me.
“Here, I wanted to bring you these. Sort of a thank you and an apology all in one little vase.” He smiled, holding them out to me.
“Oh, um thanks. Come in.”
He hung his light jacket on the rack by the door and looked around. “Nice place you have here.”
I set the flowers in the center of my kitchen table. Xavier liked to send me roses, which was a
“Have you ever seen a ghost?” I asked, only half joking.
She licked her lips. “Once. I was in India, and there was a young boy who was being possessed by a spirit.”
“They can do that?”
“A spirit can inhabit any living body, but true possession is extremely rare. For two spirits to share the same body is very… uncomfortable for both of them. Sort of like being locked in a small closet. It’s also very exhausting because the two spirits are always fighting for control.”
“What happened to him, the boy?”
“He was fine. But it was one of the most frightening, intense things I’ve ever seen.”
I sat back, letting all the information soak in.
“Are you still going to go?”
I nodded. “I gave her my word.”
“You know Isabel, I remember Nana Elsie. I haven’t seen her in years, but I think she might be an actual necromancer.”
I frowned. “Why would you say that?”
“When we were little, she used to always talk to that man on her porch. The one with the old-fashioned top hat.”
My eyebrows squished together as I strained to remember any such man. “I don’t think I ever saw him.”
“Exactly. I don’t think he was there. Or, I mean, I think he might not have been alive. If she were a necromancer, spirits would be drawn to her. It would explain why Sue was able to communicate with her.”
I didn’t know what to say to that.
Heather smoothed her hands down her paint-speckled jeans. “Better not tell your boyfriend.”
Great. And we were back to the cryptic weirdness. “What?” I asked, the throbbing in my eye returning.
“About Nana Elsie being a necromancer. Vampires like to eat them.”
Not knowing what to say to that either, I mumbled a quick goodbye and walked out. Only once I was in the car did I wonder if she was talking about Shane or Xavier.
i
When I got back to the office, Shane still wasn’t back, not that I expected him. It was only a little after five, and my stomach was already growling. I tossed my purse on my desk, hit the blinking light on the answering machine, and headed for the kitchen.
Beep.
Click.
Hang up. Great.
Beep.
Isabel, this is your mother. I forgot to talk to you at lunch, but there is a big event next weekend and I’ve been hired to cater. I need all you girls to help me out by carrying trays. Call me when you get a second.
Pause.
I mean it, Isabel. Call me.
I slammed the cabinet door and pulled open the fridge, searching for a soda.
Beep.
This time, it was Heather.
By the time you get this, we will have already talked. Think about what I’m going to tell you. I’m sure it’s going to be wonderful advice. Oh, and I think you are out of soda.
Beep.
Could my life get any stranger?
Realizing we had no food in the house, I made my bi-weekly call in for Chinese, grabbed a half-eaten pint of Phish Food ice cream, and settled down at my desk. I made myself a note to call Mom the next day and stuck it to the edge of my monitor before flipping the button that brought it humming to life.
I quickly set up a search engine to look into the Marie San Lucas Memorial Scholarship and then, while that was running, I set up another to run the name Sue Howard Hardy.
A knock on my front door surprised me for the second time that day.
When I opened the door, it had just started to get dark outside and for just a minute, in the dim light and with my eyes not quite adjusted yet, I thought Xavier was standing on my porch holding a bouquet of daisies.
But it wasn’t. It was Devon.
“Devon, what are you doing here?” I asked as soon as my brain caught up with the rest of me.
“Here, I wanted to bring you these. Sort of a thank you and an apology all in one little vase.” He smiled, holding them out to me.
“Oh, um thanks. Come in.”
He hung his light jacket on the rack by the door and looked around. “Nice place you have here.”
I set the flowers in the center of my kitchen table. Xavier liked to send me roses, which was a
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