Almost Alive (The Beautiful Dead book 3)
“I snap at him, annoyed.The other starts to laugh now, another boy with a mess of sandy hair to his neck. He says, “You’re dead.”“Mostly.”“My mommy said the dead should be buried and stay buried.”“Your mommy’s smart,” I say bitterly, staring at their feet.The black-haired boy chimes in. “My mommy said I’m not allowed to talk to any. But I do anyway.” He throws a stick up in the air, catches it. “I’m Freddie.”“I’m dead,” I answer back. It’s been hours, maybe even a day, since John and I parted. They gave him an apartment in some other section of the Neighborhood. I’d considered why they’d put us so far apart, then realized that either the Housing Manager didn’t know better, or they assumed since John has no memory of his First Life that he should be treated as a new person—and not as the man I love. I had half a fight with Ann and a tired yelling match with a sweet lady at a desk before quite suddenly giving up. I’m so depleted of fight lately, I’ve noticed.
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