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"Oh," she mouthed. "Then you look kinda...Latin American." She giggled.
I didn't bother to explain the difference. And if I didn't recall what had just happened and concentrated on just Jess, it almost felt like I was on a normal family holiday, with no strange happenings, or erratic aunts and complicated second cousins.
"So, how long you staying here, Miss Valdez?" she asked, putting on a bad Spanish accent.
I laughed. I was starting to like her. "I'm just here for a few weeks then I'll be heading on home."
"Where to?"
As if she didn't know, I thought. News must have spread like wild fire in a place this. I chose to play along.
"Utah."
She scrunched up her nose, a lot like Zella did when I didn't meet her superior standards.
"Kinda dry there, ain't it?"
"No, the driest parts are the in East. We've a lot more vegetation and growth in the Southwest."
"Hmm, sounds perky. So, how you finding the Lockes?" Her eyebrows furrowed. The question, I noted, lingered with an arid interest.
"They're okay." A vague answer was better than the truth.
"Kooks, huh?" she asked, still serious. "Real nice then distant?"
I shrugged.
"S'okay. I know they can be confusing."
"You do?"
"Sure. I grew up with the Lockes. Even stayed at the manor a few times as a child."
"You were friends with the likes of Gal?"
She laughed and sat on a tomb. "He was human once, you know."
She stopped laughing and stared at a wilting daffodil.
"So what happened?"
She blinked and came back to the present. "Let's just say he grew up and grew an even bigger head."
I laughed.
"Well, I'm no dead ringer for a cheerleading squad."
"How about Cray?" I asked, wanting to change the subject. Admittedly, I wanted to learn more about him. I wanted to find out if he was different.
"We were never that close," she said. "But we talk. He don't go pretendin' I'm dead anyhow."
No matter how much Cray aggravated me, I was glad to hear he wasn't as arrogant as Gal. My dislike for him, however, only grew.
"Gal should be grateful a girl like you gave him the time of day," I said.
Jess blushed, running her hands along her ponytail. She clearly had feelings for Gal that ran deeper than friendship. She must have been traumatized in more ways than she could admit.
"Forget him. The guy seems a jerk." I peered around to make sure he wasn't somewhere listening. "You can do a lot better." I smiled when I was sure he wasn't.
Jess flushed an even deeper scarlet. I bit my lip for saying too much and making her uncomfortable.
"Sorry," I offered.
"It's okay." She wouldn't look at me. "I better go," she said, getting up from the tomb and brushing the back of her creased dress. "I only stepped out for milk." She picked up her bag of groceries. "I live over by the bay area up on Tennant Hill, by the way. You could ask Zella to bring you by sometime."
"I will, and maybe you could come by the manor."
She hesitantly replied with, "See you around, Crystal."
"Bye, Jess. Thanks for the chat."
She disappeared through the trees as I dreaded the moment I would be alone, with just my mind racing with all kinds of irrational and far-fetched thoughts, even if I was seeing proof I had every right to be concerned.
But I had no real reason to run away or chase after ghost stories. I couldn't let myself to get sucked into the myth. I sure wasn't going to back down from my fear of change. I was more resilient than that. Having thicker skin than most helped. Every now and again, though, it let me down, and allowed a negative aspect of my past to filter through.
Sal had been a good friend. She knew what to say and came to the conclusion that people who missed out on what most took for granted, gained the biggest rewards. But being engaged to a moron like, Daniel, sure had a way of brainwashing even the smartest ones into neglecting their friends.
The memory of our time together wasn't worth the heartache. I had to keep myself busy or else sink into a bad mood all
"Oh," she mouthed. "Then you look kinda...Latin American." She giggled.
I didn't bother to explain the difference. And if I didn't recall what had just happened and concentrated on just Jess, it almost felt like I was on a normal family holiday, with no strange happenings, or erratic aunts and complicated second cousins.
"So, how long you staying here, Miss Valdez?" she asked, putting on a bad Spanish accent.
I laughed. I was starting to like her. "I'm just here for a few weeks then I'll be heading on home."
"Where to?"
As if she didn't know, I thought. News must have spread like wild fire in a place this. I chose to play along.
"Utah."
She scrunched up her nose, a lot like Zella did when I didn't meet her superior standards.
"Kinda dry there, ain't it?"
"No, the driest parts are the in East. We've a lot more vegetation and growth in the Southwest."
"Hmm, sounds perky. So, how you finding the Lockes?" Her eyebrows furrowed. The question, I noted, lingered with an arid interest.
"They're okay." A vague answer was better than the truth.
"Kooks, huh?" she asked, still serious. "Real nice then distant?"
I shrugged.
"S'okay. I know they can be confusing."
"You do?"
"Sure. I grew up with the Lockes. Even stayed at the manor a few times as a child."
"You were friends with the likes of Gal?"
She laughed and sat on a tomb. "He was human once, you know."
She stopped laughing and stared at a wilting daffodil.
"So what happened?"
She blinked and came back to the present. "Let's just say he grew up and grew an even bigger head."
I laughed.
"Well, I'm no dead ringer for a cheerleading squad."
"How about Cray?" I asked, wanting to change the subject. Admittedly, I wanted to learn more about him. I wanted to find out if he was different.
"We were never that close," she said. "But we talk. He don't go pretendin' I'm dead anyhow."
No matter how much Cray aggravated me, I was glad to hear he wasn't as arrogant as Gal. My dislike for him, however, only grew.
"Gal should be grateful a girl like you gave him the time of day," I said.
Jess blushed, running her hands along her ponytail. She clearly had feelings for Gal that ran deeper than friendship. She must have been traumatized in more ways than she could admit.
"Forget him. The guy seems a jerk." I peered around to make sure he wasn't somewhere listening. "You can do a lot better." I smiled when I was sure he wasn't.
Jess flushed an even deeper scarlet. I bit my lip for saying too much and making her uncomfortable.
"Sorry," I offered.
"It's okay." She wouldn't look at me. "I better go," she said, getting up from the tomb and brushing the back of her creased dress. "I only stepped out for milk." She picked up her bag of groceries. "I live over by the bay area up on Tennant Hill, by the way. You could ask Zella to bring you by sometime."
"I will, and maybe you could come by the manor."
She hesitantly replied with, "See you around, Crystal."
"Bye, Jess. Thanks for the chat."
She disappeared through the trees as I dreaded the moment I would be alone, with just my mind racing with all kinds of irrational and far-fetched thoughts, even if I was seeing proof I had every right to be concerned.
But I had no real reason to run away or chase after ghost stories. I couldn't let myself to get sucked into the myth. I sure wasn't going to back down from my fear of change. I was more resilient than that. Having thicker skin than most helped. Every now and again, though, it let me down, and allowed a negative aspect of my past to filter through.
Sal had been a good friend. She knew what to say and came to the conclusion that people who missed out on what most took for granted, gained the biggest rewards. But being engaged to a moron like, Daniel, sure had a way of brainwashing even the smartest ones into neglecting their friends.
The memory of our time together wasn't worth the heartache. I had to keep myself busy or else sink into a bad mood all
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