Haunted
““Hi, Craig,” I said out of the corner of my mouth. Neil and Jorge were too deeply absorbed in the beverage order they were just finishing up discussing to pay attention to me, anyway.
“So.” Craig settled onto the bar stool next to mine. “This is how you mediators work? Get your feet all wrecked, then mooch rides off the siblings of the deceased?”
“Not usually,” I murmured discreetly.
“Oh.” Craig fiddled with a book of matches from the bar. “Because I was going to say. You know. Great technique. Really making some stellar progress on my case there, aren’t you?”
I sighed. Really, after everything I’d been through, I did not need some dead guy making wisecracks.
But I guess I deserved them.
“How are you doing?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light. “You know, with the whole being dead thing?”
“Oh, jim-dandy,” Craig said. “Loving every minute of it.”
“You’ll get used to it,” I said, thinking of Jesse.
“Oh, I’m sure I will,” Craig said.
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