Mortictian Murders 05: Buzz Cut by Greta Boris

Author:Greta Boris [Boris, Greta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cryptik Press
Published: 2023-09-05T16:00:00+00:00

23

Reality Check

El walked up to my apartment with me. I was grateful for his company. My lie about having a headache in the restaurant had become truth. My head pounded, and it’s hard to look out for poltergeist activity when your head is throbbing. I slipped off my shoes at the door and padded to the futon. Fred hopped in my lap as soon as I sat.

“Want some tea?” El was already in the kitchenette filling the kettle.

“Yes, please.”

Gran had left all sorts of herbal remedies in the form of tea in my cupboard. Too bad there wasn’t one for poltergeists.

“Chamomile?” El asked.

“Sounds perfect.” I leaned my head against the futon’s back and closed my eyes. I must have dozed off, because it seemed only seconds later that El put a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m going to bounce.”

I opened my eyes to see a steaming cup on the coffee table. “Aren’t you having tea?”

“No, I have an early morning.” He kissed the top of my head and left.

It’s funny how a three-minute nap can make your body think it’s slept for hours. I was suddenly wide awake. I reached for the tea without disturbing my cat and sipped. The evening had gone much worse and much better than I’d expected.

I hadn’t expected to be attacked by an empty suit of armor, but the food and wine were delicious. I wasn’t happy that I’d had to tell Alphonso and Fredericka about my poltergeist predicament, but I enjoyed their company much more than I thought I would. I didn’t think their solutions to the problem would work—especially Alphonso’s—but at least they cared. I’d ended up on the floor of the lobby, which was embarrassing, but the restaurant had comped the meal. The way I looked at it, the evening was a wash.

My gaze travelled the room and came to rest on my crime wall. What was it doing there besides making my apartment an even bigger mess than it already was? Who was I kidding? I wasn’t an investigative journalist any more than Alphonso was Dracula. I’d been playing a part, hoping I could solve my problems by becoming someone else.

I lifted Fred off my lap, set him on the futon, and rose to my feet. If I was going to get Becky off my case, I was going to have to do it as me—Imogene Lynch. Flaws and all.

I marched to the wall and began taking down the images I’d pinned up. What was it Phil always said? Be yourself; everyone else is already taken. It was good advice.

When I was done, I piled up the papers, opened the drawer in my side table, and stuck them inside. Throwing anything away was close to impossible right now. I’d have to do a big spring cleaning when Becky went off to the bright light, love, and peace place. Feeling better, I sat in the rocking chair to admire my clean wall.

Problem was, it looked a little too clean. I could put my Blob poster back up, but I had another idea.

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