Broken Spirits by S.A. Hunter

Author:S.A. Hunter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: The Scary Mary Series Book 3
Publisher: S.A. Hunter
Published: 2013-08-01T02:48:10+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

K-I-S-S-I-N-G

Mary was still surprised by this, but she had a good time bowling. Sure, there’d been some initial weirdness with the shoes, and she’d gotten stuck with a pink bowling ball, but once Kyle and she had started going, she’d had fun. The fact that she was completely awful at it hadn’t fazed her at all.

“Are you sure this isn’t one of those sports where the lower score isn’t better?”

Kyle smiled. “No, the higher score always wins.”

“But did you see how well I avoided all those pins? That takes talent.”

He shook his head. “It took something, that’s for sure.”

When they pulled into her driveway, Mary’s good mood fell away as she recognized the extra car parked at her house. Kyle noticed. “Who’s that?”

“Ms. Smith.”

“And?”

Mary unhooked her seatbelt and got out of the truck. “And she makes me nervous. She got kind of aggressive the last time she was here.”

Kyle got out, too. Mary thought about telling him he didn’t have to stay, but she was too set on getting to Gran. She went to the office entrance. She usually never used that door to enter the house, but she didn’t want to waste seconds going through the house. She barged in without hesitation.

Gran and Ms. Smith were sitting across from each other at the table, silently staring at each other. Mary instantly picked up on Gran's unease. She was sitting ramrod straight with arms crossed. Ms. Smith, on the other hand, looked far too relaxed. She looked like she knew something. Like she had Gran over a barrel. Mary wanted to crash a barrel over her head. "Hey, Gran, what's up?" Mary said. Her words were casual, but her tone was not. Gran's eyes were narrowed.

When she looked at Mary, her face was tense and didn't relax a millimeter as she said, "Mary, welcome home. I hope your date went well." Her voice was tense, too.

"Yeah, it was great."

Kyle stepped up behind Mary to look over her shoulder. "Hey, Mrs. Dubont. How are you?"

"What did I say, Kyle?" she said, but the jokingly scolding tone she'd used earlier with him wasn't there. It sounded like a reprimand. Neither Mary nor Gran could mask their feelings through their tone of voice. They could say whatever they liked, but no matter what, people would know when they were upset.

"Kind of late, isn't it?" Mary said. It was just after nine. Gran usually stopped seeing clients at eight o'clock.

"Ms. Smith needed a very important reading," Gran said, again relaying with her dry, sarcastic tone what she really thought.

"Hope it went well. But it's getting late. We should lock up the house," Mary said.

Ms. Smith hadn't budged from her seat and still looked far too relaxed. "I really don't see what the big deal is," she said.

Mary didn't know what the deal was that Ms. Smith was referring to, but she could bet that it wasn't something Gran or she wanted any part of.

"I understand, Ms. Smith, but it isn't something I feel comfortable with.

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