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Authors: Apryl Baker
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up and gives me a goofy grin full of food. I scrunch up my face. Why are boys so gross?
“Mouth closed,” Caleb sighs when he sees his brother. “You’d think Mom never taught you any manners.”
Eli just shrugs and shovels more food into his mouth. Dan grabs a paper plate and loads it with three subs himself. He takes a seat next to Eli and starts to inhale his own food. The two of them look like they’re in an eating contest.
Caleb just shakes his head in disgust at both his brothers. “Mattie, Eli told me about what happened earlier. There ’s an old rune I think will work, but I need to study it and make sure the changes I make to it are right.”
“How can you tell if you get it right?”
“Won’t really know till we try it out.” He shrugs. “Eli will ink you when I finally settle on the design. He’s better at it than me.”
“Is there anything I can do to keep the ghosts out of the house?” I ask. It’s something I’ve been wondering about for a while. I figure if anyone knows about ghost-prevention, the Malone brothers do.
“You can salt all the windows and doors,” Caleb answers. “If someone breaks the salt line, though, it becomes useless.”
“Salt?” Mary asks curiously. “Why salt?”
“Salt is a natural absorbent.” Caleb grabs the last sandwich before Eli does. “It basically absorbs the energy the ghosts give off and acts as a natural barrier because of it.”
I never would have thought of that, but yeah. They always use salt in the movies. It’s a pretty common occurrence, so that research had to have come from somewhere. I must borrow Mary’s laptop and Google it.
Dan’s phone buzzes and he pulls it out. After a second, he takes his plate and phone outside. I’m guessing it’s either Meg or his dad.
“Where’s your mom?” I ask Mary while we both watch Eli eat. It’s quite an amazing feat that anyone can consume that much food so fast.
“She had to swing by AT&T. Her phone is on the fritz and she’s hoping they can fix it. Caleb offered to bring me home when I reminded Mom you didn’t have a key. He said he’d need to pick up his brother, anyway. Does he always eat like that?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” Caleb says. “He’s taken down some of the best hot-dog eating champions in the country.”
“Really?” Mary asks, fascinated.
“I’m a growing boy with a healthy appetite,” Eli says after he swallows the last bite and then eyes Caleb’s food. “You going to eat that?”
“Touch it and die,” Caleb threatens.
Eli shrugs and then notices me. “Did you eat, Hilda?”
“You ask me now ? After you’ve just obliterated half a dozen sandwiches? Oh, by the way, Sandwich-Hog, you’d better think about maybe saying ‘Thank-you, Mary, and can I help you clean up this mess?’ Or I will clobber you.”
Mary is emphatically shaking her head no to my offer of his help. I don’t think she wants him anywhere near the fridge. Not that I blame her.
He looks sheepish. “Sorry. Do you want me to make you one?”
Caleb stares at his brother like he’s lost his mind.
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m good. Just watching you eat made me lose my appetite.”
“You’ll get used to it.” Eli grins.
“ That implies you and I are going to be spending time together,” I say. “Not gonna happen.”
“Oh, Hilda, it’s so gonna happen.” He winks at me. “I guarantee it.”
“I would have to like you to spend time with you,” I say, and then enunciate, “Since. I. Don’t. Like. You…I don’t see that happening.” Then I finish with a glare.
“You seriously wound me, Hilda.” He fakes a shot to the heart.
“He’s adorable.” Mary giggles.
“He’s a pain,” I say. “ And don’t call me Hilda!” The warmth in my cheeks says my blood pressure is starting to rise.
“Elijah,” Caleb warns. “Lay off. Unless you want to get thrashed. Again.”
“Why not, Hilda? It is your name.” Eli stands and makes the mistake of
“Mouth closed,” Caleb sighs when he sees his brother. “You’d think Mom never taught you any manners.”
Eli just shrugs and shovels more food into his mouth. Dan grabs a paper plate and loads it with three subs himself. He takes a seat next to Eli and starts to inhale his own food. The two of them look like they’re in an eating contest.
Caleb just shakes his head in disgust at both his brothers. “Mattie, Eli told me about what happened earlier. There ’s an old rune I think will work, but I need to study it and make sure the changes I make to it are right.”
“How can you tell if you get it right?”
“Won’t really know till we try it out.” He shrugs. “Eli will ink you when I finally settle on the design. He’s better at it than me.”
“Is there anything I can do to keep the ghosts out of the house?” I ask. It’s something I’ve been wondering about for a while. I figure if anyone knows about ghost-prevention, the Malone brothers do.
“You can salt all the windows and doors,” Caleb answers. “If someone breaks the salt line, though, it becomes useless.”
“Salt?” Mary asks curiously. “Why salt?”
“Salt is a natural absorbent.” Caleb grabs the last sandwich before Eli does. “It basically absorbs the energy the ghosts give off and acts as a natural barrier because of it.”
I never would have thought of that, but yeah. They always use salt in the movies. It’s a pretty common occurrence, so that research had to have come from somewhere. I must borrow Mary’s laptop and Google it.
Dan’s phone buzzes and he pulls it out. After a second, he takes his plate and phone outside. I’m guessing it’s either Meg or his dad.
“Where’s your mom?” I ask Mary while we both watch Eli eat. It’s quite an amazing feat that anyone can consume that much food so fast.
“She had to swing by AT&T. Her phone is on the fritz and she’s hoping they can fix it. Caleb offered to bring me home when I reminded Mom you didn’t have a key. He said he’d need to pick up his brother, anyway. Does he always eat like that?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” Caleb says. “He’s taken down some of the best hot-dog eating champions in the country.”
“Really?” Mary asks, fascinated.
“I’m a growing boy with a healthy appetite,” Eli says after he swallows the last bite and then eyes Caleb’s food. “You going to eat that?”
“Touch it and die,” Caleb threatens.
Eli shrugs and then notices me. “Did you eat, Hilda?”
“You ask me now ? After you’ve just obliterated half a dozen sandwiches? Oh, by the way, Sandwich-Hog, you’d better think about maybe saying ‘Thank-you, Mary, and can I help you clean up this mess?’ Or I will clobber you.”
Mary is emphatically shaking her head no to my offer of his help. I don’t think she wants him anywhere near the fridge. Not that I blame her.
He looks sheepish. “Sorry. Do you want me to make you one?”
Caleb stares at his brother like he’s lost his mind.
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m good. Just watching you eat made me lose my appetite.”
“You’ll get used to it.” Eli grins.
“ That implies you and I are going to be spending time together,” I say. “Not gonna happen.”
“Oh, Hilda, it’s so gonna happen.” He winks at me. “I guarantee it.”
“I would have to like you to spend time with you,” I say, and then enunciate, “Since. I. Don’t. Like. You…I don’t see that happening.” Then I finish with a glare.
“You seriously wound me, Hilda.” He fakes a shot to the heart.
“He’s adorable.” Mary giggles.
“He’s a pain,” I say. “ And don’t call me Hilda!” The warmth in my cheeks says my blood pressure is starting to rise.
“Elijah,” Caleb warns. “Lay off. Unless you want to get thrashed. Again.”
“Why not, Hilda? It is your name.” Eli stands and makes the mistake of
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