Dead and Buried by Jordaina Sydney Robinson

Author:Jordaina Sydney Robinson [Robinson, Jordaina Sydney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781386021209
Published: 2017-08-31T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“No!” Sabrina yelled as we appeared in Madame Zorina’s office.

I was barely solid when a chair came whizzing toward me. I wasn’t sure exactly how I did it, or if I could’ve done it again, but I reversed in completing the tunnelling process so neither Petal or I were totally solid. Once the chair passed through my abdomen I finished tunnelling.

“What is wrong with you?” I wasn’t sure if I was angry that we’d nearly been taken out by a flying chair or thrilled I’d done a fancy tunnelling thing. No, I did know. I was angry at Madame Zorina and thrilled I’d done a fancy tunnelling thing.

“I didn’t know who you were. Maybe you were the shadow coming back to kill me.” Madame Zorina screeched, her hands fisted in her hair while her eyes darted around the room like a caged, wild animal looking for an escape.

“Sorry.” Sabrina gave a small shake of her head, lack of patience all over her face.

“Where’s Edith?” I asked.

“She had to go before I could get anything good out of her.” Sabrina took a very long sip from her mug.

“Did you hear that?” Madame Zorina cocked her head and spun in a circle, her attention jumping around the room.

“What’s wrong with her?” Petal whispered, inching slightly behind me.

“Someone tried to kill her and now she’s overreacting about it,” I mumbled.

“Overreacting?” cried Madame Zorina, in the definition of overreacting.

“Yes. Over. Reacting.” I stressed.

“Look on the bright side. At least you’re not dead. That’s something to be happy about,” Petal offered with her usual positivity.

“You’ve done it now,” Sabrina mumbled and headed over to the coffee pot. She turned her back on us as she refilled her mug.

“Something to be happy about? Be happy about?” Madame Zorina's voice was like nails scratching down a chalk board. How the neighbours were not complaining was beyond me. “If I’m alive then that means someone could kill me.”

I held a hand up. “Wait. So you’re mad because you’re alive instead of dead? You are so difficult to please.”

“If I’m murdered I’ll go crazy in the afterlife.” Madame Zorina circled her forefinger by her temple, crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out. “Remember?”

“I’m sure that rule doesn’t apply if you’re a livie murdered by a ghost,” Sabrina said.

“Okay. Go and stand against the wall.” I pointed to a section of exposed brick between the sash windows.

“Ghosts can walk through walls.” Madame Zorina’s voice was heaped with scorn.

“Yes. But they can’t fly. We’re three stories up and that is a sheer wall,” I said, impressed with the lack of attitude in my voice.

Madame Zorina hesitated and then crossed the room. She peered out of the window, then rested her back against the brick and slid down to the floor.

“What are you guys doing here?” Sabrina asked, now that Madame Zorina seemed temporarily appeased.

“Bridget’s in league with the GBs and she told on my friends,” Petal said, pouting at me as she dropped into a visitor’s chair.

Sabrina leaned forward as if she’d misheard.

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