Lemon Meringue Die (Southern Psychic Sisters Mysteries Book 4) by A. Gardner

Author:A. Gardner [Gardner, A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gardner Books
Published: 2018-04-18T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

“It’s either Cloud or Lady Deja,” Stevie stated when we’d reached our hotel room. “Both of them are hard to read.” Stevie let go of Yogi’s leash, and he dashed for the foot of my bed.

“Cloud acted like she had Blanca’s gift this morning with all of her sneezing at breakfast,” I said.

“It’s still hard to tell, but she did seem a little less disturbed than everyone else.” Stevie took off my beige blouse and tossed it across the room. I shook my head.

“You expect me to pick that up?” I walked toward the article of clothing and then stopped myself. “I’m not your maid.”

“And I’m on vacation.” Stevie sang the sentence like she was front and center on Broadway.

“It has been a while since you’ve drank this much,” I responded.

“Over ten years ago.” She cracked a smile. “And either you’re sober or I’m too drunk to notice anything.”

“It’s kind of hard to drink when I can’t touch my glass for more than five seconds.” I’d tried and failed at honing Nikki’s gift. She’d made it seem so easy, but I could hardly lift my fork at dinner without a history lesson on steel production. I had to use my hands if I wanted to eat.

Stevie laughed at my problems and practically emptied her suitcase in search of her pajamas. Yogi rested his head on his paws, already dozing off for the night. Stevie’s clothes covered the floor near my bed, and our room was starting to look like her disaster of a closet back home.

Drunk or sober, she was a sloppy roommate.

Thank the cosmos she was much stricter with her workspace at the bakery.

“I can’t find my favorite T-shirt,” Stevie exclaimed. “I bet someone stole it.”

“No one stole your ratty old T-shirt,” I argued. “And if someone did, they were doing you a favor.”

Confused and frustrated, Stevie dumped her suitcase upside down.

“That’s it. You’re such a slob.” I clenched my jaw and grabbed articles of clothing with the tips of my fingers and hurled them onto Stevie’s bed like they were hot coals burning my hands.

“It’s pointless arguing with me when I’m wasted.” Stevie sang her words again.

“It’s pointless arguing with you anytime, Stevie.” At the bottom of the pile was the T-shirt she’d worn our first day at the resort—one she’d scrounged from her closet after the dryer lint fire mishap. “Here. I found it.”

I outstretched my hand and Stevie stumbled as she reached forward to take it. Her depth perception had failed her. I paused, looking up at the ceiling and collecting my thoughts. In a way, Stevie had succeeded by getting the ten of us to loosen up and enjoy each other’s company. But she’d also failed to figure out the missing pieces of who had acquired which psychic ability. We also weren’t any closer to figuring out who was after Lady Deja’s crystal ball.

I’d held onto the T-shirt for a second too long.

Fuzzy memories of high school reeled me in. I kept hold of the T-shirt as I saw old friends and familiar faces.

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