by Rose Pressey
I exchanged a look with Charlotte. She tossed her hands up as if to say “I don’t know what to do.” She was supposed to be the expert at this whole death thing. She should know what to do.
“Can I do anything for you?” I directed my question toward Juliana.
She leaned forward and placed her elbows on the back of the leather seat. “This just doesn’t make sense. One minute I’m driving along the highway enjoying my favorite Taylor Swift song, and then the next minute, I’m dead.”
“Did you have an accident? What happened?” I made a right turn.
She plopped back onto the seat. “I knew I was dead instantly because I was looking at my body in the car. Can you believe it? I was literally standing outside the car, looking at myself. I mean, I’ve heard about these situations where people die and tell you what it’s like when it happened. But they go back into their bodies. I stayed out.” She threw her hands up. “So here I am. Now what?”
Now what indeed.
“She’s a dramatic one, isn’t she?” Charlotte rolled her eyes.
Juliana glared at Charlotte. “Who are you?”
Charlotte turned slightly in her seat so that she could eye Juliana up and down with her laser-like focus. “Who am I? Who am I?”
Uh-oh. Charlotte did have a bit of a quick temper.
“I’m the first ghost around here and I will always be first. So don’t you forget it.” She waved her finger at Juliana.
“Juliana, this is Charlotte Meadows. She’s dead too. She was murdered a few months back.”
“Please tell her that I was the best businesswoman this side of the Mason Dixon line.” Charlotte tilted her head up.
“I think you just told her, Charlotte,” I said.
“She just follows you around?” Juliana asked.
“And what do you think you’re doing, missy?” Charlotte huffed.
“I just got here. I don’t know what I’m doing,” Juliana said. “Cookie, you will let me know as soon as the detective tells you what happened to me?”
I steered the car onto Main Street. “Of course, absolutely, I will let you know right away.”
I had a feeling Juliana would be around to hear the whole thing. How could I get rid of Juliana? I couldn’t have two ghosts again. Deep down I knew this ghost wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
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