A Ghost of a Chance by Morgana Best

Author:Morgana Best
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ghosts, occult, cozy mystery, paranormal mystery, witches and wizards, ghost mystery, mystery supernatural, cozy animals
Publisher: Morgana Best

Chapter 14

I spent a long time in front of my closet the morning I was to be interviewed by the local paper, trying to find the perfect outfit. I wasn’t sure if they would even take a photo of me, but in case they did, I wanted to look nice and respectable. I ended up choosing a skirt and blouse, with black flats. I was careful to apply more makeup, but even then, I ended up half an hour early. I went to my office to do some dreaded paperwork.

It was strange for me to sit in the office because I kept thinking of it as Dad’s, even though it was mine now. It didn’t feel right to call it my office, so I hadn’t been able to yet. It still felt like it was Dad’s, and I was just substituting for him. Yet I knew only too well that it was a substitution that would last the rest of my life.

As I worked up a final bill for the KISS funeral, my mind wandered. It was pretty clear to me that I was going to stay and run the business. What option did I have? As I thought things over, I realized that I had never actually made the official decision. It had just been a ‘let’s wait and see’ thing, but I had somehow fallen into the reality of it all.

Ten minutes before the journalist from the paper was due to arrive, I felt a disturbing presence at the door. I looked up, hoping it was Tiffany or Ernie, but instead I saw my mother. If I had put some effort into finding an outfit that morning, my mother must have woken at four in the morning and obsessively slaved over what she was going to wear. To be quite honest, I had never seen her look nicer.

“Wow, Mom,” I said. “You look great.”

“Thank you. You look nice, too.”

I smiled. “Thanks. Uh, why are you so dressed up?”

Mom frowned. “The paper, same reason as you.”

“They’re coming to talk about the KISS funeral,” I said. “I thought you hated the KISS funeral.”

“I never said that, Laurel! Anyway, any publicity is good publicity,” Mom said with her best smug look.

I sighed. Of course, my mother would never miss an opportunity to be in the newspaper. I think she would even shake hands with Satan himself if he could guarantee her a five minute interview on national television.

“Mom, I don’t really want you talking to the reporter,” I said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” my mother asked, folding her arms across her chest defensively.

“It means I don’t want you talking to the reporter.”

“Oh, Laurel, don’t be so dramatic. Why can’t I talk to the reporter?”

I shrugged. “I don’t think we have the same ideas on the business. I don’t want conflicting reports out there.”

“You know, my friends at church have nice daughters. They never speak to their mothers in such a way.”

I felt a little bad, because my mom could have been right.

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