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scoffed. “Doubtful. He’s got his own life and issues to deal with, he forgot about me the minute he left the program.”
I’ve never had an angry ghost before. Sad and lost. Confused. But bitter and angry? Charlotte was a first.
“You seem pretty angry. That may be why you’re caught in between. There’s always a reason.”
“I know my reason,” she said. “I just wanted you to know I’m here. And I’ll be here for a while, taking care of some things.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you should stay out of my way.”
“Are you threatening me?”
She took a step out of the shadowy corner.
“Jane,” my mother called from the stairway.
I never took my eyes off of Charlotte. “Yeah?”
“I need you.”
“Hold on,” I took a step toward the door. “I don’t know what you’re talking about but just so you know, I don’t play games.”
“Me either,” she said in a hard, cold voice. Before I could respond, she vanished in a shimmery light.
“Jane!” My mother shouted this time.
“Coming,” I yelled, leaving the empty room behind.
&
My mother needed me to take eggs to Ms. Frances. Perfect timing if you ask me. I had no idea what Charlotte was up to, but the hostility she channeled made me nervous, and I wanted out of the house.
I climbed over the low point in the back fence, passing the ancient tire swing and knocked on the back door.
“Oh, Jane. Thank you for bringing those over. I was in the middle of baking a cake when I saw your mother in the driveway.” She pushed open the screen door and took the carton from my hands. “I only need three.”
“She said to give them all to you. We’re going out of town in the morning and she’s afraid they’ll spoil.”
That brought a smile to the old woman’s face. “Tell your mama thank you. And I’ll keep an eye out on the house.”
“Thanks, Ms. Frances.”
“Have a nice trip.” The screen swung shut with a bang and I could hear her feet shuffling back inside the house.
I had one leg over the fence when I heard, “Jane. I like that name.”
I turned to see her, the little girl I’d seen with Ms. Frances before. “Thanks.What’s your name?”
“Tonya,” she said, twisting around the rope until she spun around like a top. “That’s my mama’s house.”
“I like your mama. She’s nice.”
“She is. She makes Darius mad though.”
“Who’s Darius?”
“My brother. He’s supposed to watch me, but all they want to do is play games.”
“Boys are like that.”
“I like Parker though.”
“Who’s Parker?”
“My brother’s friend. He brings me lollipops from the corner store.”
“That’s nice.”
I heard my dad’s car pull in the driveway. “I should go, I guess.”
“Uh huh. Almost time for dinner. Mama’s making a cake.”
“I know. Have a piece for me, okay?”
“I will.” She hopped off the swing and walked to the back porch. “Jane?”
“Yes?”
“Watch out for the angel. She’s no good.”
“Angel?”
“Yep. Her wings are sharp and will cut you.” She held up her hand to reveal a red line. “See?”
I nod. “I’ll be careful. You too, okay?”
With her fingers on the handle, she disappeared, never opening the door.
T he first half of the week at the beach dragged. As an only child, I spent a lot of time alone and this trip was no different. Most of my time was spent lounging on the beach, reading or listening to music. During the afternoons and evenings, my mom and I hit the local shops. I tried to participate in family time with no complaints since I knew the minute Connor arrived, I would be solely focused on him.
I called Connor before I left, planning to spill everything about Charlotte and Ms. Frances, but he didn’t answer and, for once, I was tired of leaving him messages he wouldn’t return. I wanted time to think, and I decided to tell him face to face. The beach would be the perfect place to hash this out. No running away or curfews. We could
I’ve never had an angry ghost before. Sad and lost. Confused. But bitter and angry? Charlotte was a first.
“You seem pretty angry. That may be why you’re caught in between. There’s always a reason.”
“I know my reason,” she said. “I just wanted you to know I’m here. And I’ll be here for a while, taking care of some things.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you should stay out of my way.”
“Are you threatening me?”
She took a step out of the shadowy corner.
“Jane,” my mother called from the stairway.
I never took my eyes off of Charlotte. “Yeah?”
“I need you.”
“Hold on,” I took a step toward the door. “I don’t know what you’re talking about but just so you know, I don’t play games.”
“Me either,” she said in a hard, cold voice. Before I could respond, she vanished in a shimmery light.
“Jane!” My mother shouted this time.
“Coming,” I yelled, leaving the empty room behind.
&
My mother needed me to take eggs to Ms. Frances. Perfect timing if you ask me. I had no idea what Charlotte was up to, but the hostility she channeled made me nervous, and I wanted out of the house.
I climbed over the low point in the back fence, passing the ancient tire swing and knocked on the back door.
“Oh, Jane. Thank you for bringing those over. I was in the middle of baking a cake when I saw your mother in the driveway.” She pushed open the screen door and took the carton from my hands. “I only need three.”
“She said to give them all to you. We’re going out of town in the morning and she’s afraid they’ll spoil.”
That brought a smile to the old woman’s face. “Tell your mama thank you. And I’ll keep an eye out on the house.”
“Thanks, Ms. Frances.”
“Have a nice trip.” The screen swung shut with a bang and I could hear her feet shuffling back inside the house.
I had one leg over the fence when I heard, “Jane. I like that name.”
I turned to see her, the little girl I’d seen with Ms. Frances before. “Thanks.What’s your name?”
“Tonya,” she said, twisting around the rope until she spun around like a top. “That’s my mama’s house.”
“I like your mama. She’s nice.”
“She is. She makes Darius mad though.”
“Who’s Darius?”
“My brother. He’s supposed to watch me, but all they want to do is play games.”
“Boys are like that.”
“I like Parker though.”
“Who’s Parker?”
“My brother’s friend. He brings me lollipops from the corner store.”
“That’s nice.”
I heard my dad’s car pull in the driveway. “I should go, I guess.”
“Uh huh. Almost time for dinner. Mama’s making a cake.”
“I know. Have a piece for me, okay?”
“I will.” She hopped off the swing and walked to the back porch. “Jane?”
“Yes?”
“Watch out for the angel. She’s no good.”
“Angel?”
“Yep. Her wings are sharp and will cut you.” She held up her hand to reveal a red line. “See?”
I nod. “I’ll be careful. You too, okay?”
With her fingers on the handle, she disappeared, never opening the door.
T he first half of the week at the beach dragged. As an only child, I spent a lot of time alone and this trip was no different. Most of my time was spent lounging on the beach, reading or listening to music. During the afternoons and evenings, my mom and I hit the local shops. I tried to participate in family time with no complaints since I knew the minute Connor arrived, I would be solely focused on him.
I called Connor before I left, planning to spill everything about Charlotte and Ms. Frances, but he didn’t answer and, for once, I was tired of leaving him messages he wouldn’t return. I wanted time to think, and I decided to tell him face to face. The beach would be the perfect place to hash this out. No running away or curfews. We could
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