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where I was living in the fifties and Elvis fell in love with me. I never said it was realistic. That was what made it a fantasy.
    â€œOh yes, sure I heard you,” I said.
    â€œWhat did we say?”
    I fell right into that one. I looked like a burglar who’d just been caught with the bag of jewels.
    I turned onto the street that Jamie had given me. “Oh look, we’re here.”
    â€œNice way to change the subject,” she said.
    At least now I had an excuse and could get out of not listening to them. I pulled up in front of the yellow siding townhouse. Willow trees drooped their branches across the sidewalk. A blue Volkswagen was parked in the driveway.
    â€œLooks like she’s home, that’s a good start.” Charlotte gestured.
    I climbed out from behind the wheel and walked toward the house. A pot of sad-looking yellow and purple pansies sat beside the steps. Once in front of the white door, I rang the doorbell and waited for Jamie to answer.
    â€œWhat’s taking her so long?” Charlotte tapped her foot against the porch floor.
    â€œAre you sure you have the right time?” Sam asked.
    I looked at my watch. “I told her I would be here at nine.”
    The door opened and the model stood in front of me. She had blond hair and wore a white knee-length dress. She was barefoot. She looked different without as much makeup, but I was almost sure it was Jamie.
    â€œJamie?” I asked.
    â€œWould you like to come inside?” She opened the door wider.
    â€œOf course we would.” Charlotte moved past us and inside the house. She motioned for me to follow her.
    Jamie had no idea two ghosts were standing at her doorstep. Sometimes even I couldn’t believe it, even though I could see it with my own eyes.
    â€œYes, I’d like that,” I said.
    Jamie stepped to the side and gestured for me to come inside.
    I entered the house. It was decorated all in white. The carpet and sofa blended together.
    â€œThis must be a pain to keep clean,” Sam said as he ran his finger along the back of the sofa.
    It was a good thing ghosts couldn’t leave fingerprints because they were touching everything. Charlotte was running her finger along the coffee table to check for dust. I sat on the edge of the sofa and Jamie sat on the white upholstered chair across from me. She crossed her legs at the ankles and placed her hands in her lap.
    â€œSo if you didn’t want to talk about Melanie, then what do you want to talk about?” she asked. “The clothing?”
    I shifted in my seat. “That would make sense as to why I’m here . . . clothing? That I wanted to talk about clothing, right?”
    Charlotte stood behind Jamie, gesturing wildly. “What are you talking about? You’re babbling. She’s going to kick you out of her house soon if you don’t start making sense.”
    I took a deep breath.
    Jamie stared at me. “So why are you here then?”
    I cleared my throat. “Okay, to be honest, I do have some questions about Melanie.”
    She continued her focus on me. Her face turned red. “Are you serious? I told you I didn’t want to talk about that. You lied to me just to get over here.”
    â€œDon’t back down in front of her.” Sam leaned against the sofa’s arm.
    â€œNo, I just need to talk with you about the show, but I guess I do have some questions about the murder.” I tried to smooth things over.
    She glared at me. “I told you I didn’t want to talk about it.”
    Since things weren’t going well, I used this opportunity to lie. It was my only option right now.
    â€œYou know, the police are suspicious of everyone who was there.” I watched her for a reaction.
    She scowled. “I wasn’t the one who found her. You were even out there, how do I know you didn’t have something to do with the murder?”
    â€œYou don’t, but of course I didn’t.