I sigh. “So now what? Can I possibly tell you to go home and forget about this? Is there any way that I can avoid us forming some peppy group of—” Before my mouth can finish, I lean forward and groan into my hands. Carmel gets it first, and laughs. “A peppy group of ghostbusters?” she asks.
Kendare BlakeI’m dead. I can’t be all right any more than I can be not all right.
Kendare BlakeI’m not a superhero,” I say. It’s an awful tag. It’s egotistical, and it doesn’t fit. I don’t parade around in spandex.
Kendare BlakeWould you rather be a Trojan or a tiger?”… “Now what’s this about condoms or tigers?
Kendare BlakeCarmel’s a very pretty girl,” she says hopefully. “Thomas seems to think so.” She sighs, then smiles. “Good. He could use a woman’s touch.”
“Mom,” I groan. “Gross.” “Not that kind of touch,” she laughs.
Sweetheart, my father and I have put more ghosts in the ground than you can count.
Kendare BlakeBad girls are as useless as they are stupid…
Kendare BlakeI knew they were cruel. Maybe I felt … sorry for him.” I snort. “Sorry for me? I could’ve handled those guys.” “They smashed the back of your head in with a board from my house.
Kendare BlakeJust let me kill you,” I mutter in frustration.
Kendare BlakeI come in all big and bad, and you use me for a game of handball.” I grin. “Makes a guy feel damn manly. She grins back. “It made me feel pretty manly.
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