My Midlife Crisis, My Rules: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Novel : Good To The Last Death Book Four by Robyn Peterman

Author:Robyn Peterman [Peterman , Robyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Robyn Peterman
Published: 2021-01-25T00:00:00+00:00

Gathering the ghosts took a few minutes. The Tasmanian Devil, as I liked to call her, was hiding in the junk drawer waiting to scare me. She failed. However, Tim screamed like a girl when I yanked open the drawer and she came out screeching like a banshee.

“Does she always do that?” Tim gasped out, holding on to the counter so he didn’t drop to the ground from the shock of it all.

“Yep,” I said. “Normally, she’s in the silverware drawer, but I guess she’s changing it up for variety.”

“I see,” he said. “How lovely.”

Charlie had gone home to June. Gideon was on the porch with my mother. Missy was sitting on the couch with Heather, having a cup of tea to ready herself. When I’d asked if that was part of the ritual. She’d laughed and said it was now. New Soul Keeper. New rules.

I understood all too well.

“If we can gather everyone except Gram in the living room, it will go faster,” my father said.

“I’ve got Gram,” Candy announced, walking down the stairs with Gram’s small body cradled in her arms.

“How are you doing that?” I asked. No one but me could actually touch the ghosts. Their hands went right through them.

“Little illegal voodoo on my part,” Candy said. “Won’t hurt Gram at all. Might give me a rash where the sun don’t shine, but I don’t give a shit.”

“Pun intended?” Tim inquired, delighted with his cleverness.

“Bite me,” Candy Vargo grunted. “Anyway, as I was saying before the Ass Police interrupted, it’s worth it to be able to touch Gram.”

My wide smile came unbidden. Candy’s love for Gram was pure and beautiful.

“Gram loves you, Candy Vargo,” I said, motioning for the ghosts to gather by the fireplace. I half-expected Candy to flip me off. I was wrong.

“I like that,” she said. “Never had me a Gram before. Never had a mom either.”

“How is that possible?” Missy asked, curious.

“Some of us were created,” Tim chimed in. “Actually, all of the Immortals here were created. It’s quite rare for an Immortal to be born.”

“Does that make you sad?” Missy asked Heather.

Heather shook her head. “No. It’s simply a fact. Any family I’ve had over time, I’ve chosen.”

“Until now,” Tim pointed out correctly.

“True,” Heather agreed. “And as far as Daisy being my sister, I would have chosen her in a heartbeat.”

“Ditto,” I said.

“And me?” Clarence inquired. He wasn’t behaving hurt to have been left out. He wasn’t being passive-aggressive. He was truly curious. “Would you have chosen me as your father?”

Heather eyed him. “Hard question to answer,” she admitted.

“I would imagine,” he replied, taking no offense. “I didn’t know about you for a very long time.”

“Color me confused,” Missy said, looking at Heather. “I thought you were created.”

“I was,” Heather confirmed. “I was created in a screwy Angel experiment. Clarence is my sperm donor of sorts. So as to whether I would pick you as my father… I suppose it remains to be seen.”

“Fair enough,” Clarence said. “The entire experiment was unethical.

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