waved his hand. “When it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go.”
I clutched the steering wheel a little tighter even though it wasn’t raining. I repeated my question, “How did you end up in that house?”
“The accident was right in front of it. I guess I didn’t know where else to go.”
Well, that was just terrible. My cell phone rang.
“I need to take this call,” I said, pulling over to the side of the road. “It’s a portable phone.”
He waved his hand. “Whatever. I know what it is. I’m a ghost, but I can still see what’s going on around me.”
“Sorry,” I said.
My best friend, Mindy Winters’, name was displayed on the screen. I had a photo of her that popped up every time she called. It was the one from our trip to the state fair. She had cotton candy on her face like a pink mustache. Her long, blonde hair had been streaked by the summer sun and her brown eyes sparkled.
“I hope you’re finished with the investigation,” she said. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”
I glanced over at Roger. He was smirking at me.
“I just wrapped it up.” I looked away from Roger.
“Can you come by my house? I have something I want to show you,” Mindy said.
“Sure, what is it?” I asked.
“Oh, it’s a surprise, but I think you’ll love it,” she said with enthusiasm in her voice.
“Okay, now you have me intrigued. I’ll be there soon.”
Mindy lived a short distance away, so I made it to her house in only a few minutes. Her pole fitness studio had really taken off and she’d added some new classes and she’d just purchased a new place. I pulled up to her house which was a combination brick and stone façade with cute white window boxes with bright red and yellow flowers spilling over the sides. She even had a new swimming pool in back.
I recognized Mindy’s dad’s blue Ford truck in the driveway. I hoped everything was okay. She’d acted as if everything was fine. She’d sounded upbeat.
“Roger, you wait here for me,” I said to the ghost as I got out of the car.
As I walked up the path toward the front door, I felt a presence behind me. When I glanced back, I realized Roger was right on my heels.
“I thought I told you to stay in the car,” I said over my shoulder.
“I don’t want to,” he said.
I suppose there was nothing I could do to get him to stay. I could have threatened him with a sage cleansing, but I doubted it would be effective on him. When Mindy answered the door, I almost fainted. I hadn’t expected to see the ghost of Marilyn Monroe standing behind her.
Chapter 2
I stood there speechless. In fact, I didn’t know what to do next. It wasn’t like seeing a ghost shocked me, but I hadn’t expected Marilyn Monroe, for heaven’s sake. Why did this keep happening to me? Word must have gotten out that I was the psychic medium to the stars. Marilyn was just as glamorous in the afterlife as she had been when she was living. Her chin-length blonde hair bounced with curls. Her lips were covered in bright red lipstick. She wore the iconic white halter dressed she’d worn in the film The Seven Year Itch where she’d stood over the subway grate and the skirt had floated up toward the sky. Her appearance was exactly as I would have pictured her.
“Wow. This is far out. I can’t believe it’s Marilyn Monroe.” Roger said as he walked right through Mindy and into her house.
Mindy frowned as if she’d felt him pass through her. Now, Roger stood next to Marilyn, staring with star-struck eyes.
A wicked smile curved his lips. “This is turning out to be a very good day.”
Marilyn glanced at him and frowned. Roger needed to back off and learn what personal space meant. I couldn’t believe he’d just walked right into Mindy’s house without being invited in. Where were his manners? Just because he was a ghost didn’t mean he should be rude.
“Is there something wrong?” Mindy asked.
I didn’t want to tell her just yet that Marilyn
I clutched the steering wheel a little tighter even though it wasn’t raining. I repeated my question, “How did you end up in that house?”
“The accident was right in front of it. I guess I didn’t know where else to go.”
Well, that was just terrible. My cell phone rang.
“I need to take this call,” I said, pulling over to the side of the road. “It’s a portable phone.”
He waved his hand. “Whatever. I know what it is. I’m a ghost, but I can still see what’s going on around me.”
“Sorry,” I said.
My best friend, Mindy Winters’, name was displayed on the screen. I had a photo of her that popped up every time she called. It was the one from our trip to the state fair. She had cotton candy on her face like a pink mustache. Her long, blonde hair had been streaked by the summer sun and her brown eyes sparkled.
“I hope you’re finished with the investigation,” she said. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”
I glanced over at Roger. He was smirking at me.
“I just wrapped it up.” I looked away from Roger.
“Can you come by my house? I have something I want to show you,” Mindy said.
“Sure, what is it?” I asked.
“Oh, it’s a surprise, but I think you’ll love it,” she said with enthusiasm in her voice.
“Okay, now you have me intrigued. I’ll be there soon.”
Mindy lived a short distance away, so I made it to her house in only a few minutes. Her pole fitness studio had really taken off and she’d added some new classes and she’d just purchased a new place. I pulled up to her house which was a combination brick and stone façade with cute white window boxes with bright red and yellow flowers spilling over the sides. She even had a new swimming pool in back.
I recognized Mindy’s dad’s blue Ford truck in the driveway. I hoped everything was okay. She’d acted as if everything was fine. She’d sounded upbeat.
“Roger, you wait here for me,” I said to the ghost as I got out of the car.
As I walked up the path toward the front door, I felt a presence behind me. When I glanced back, I realized Roger was right on my heels.
“I thought I told you to stay in the car,” I said over my shoulder.
“I don’t want to,” he said.
I suppose there was nothing I could do to get him to stay. I could have threatened him with a sage cleansing, but I doubted it would be effective on him. When Mindy answered the door, I almost fainted. I hadn’t expected to see the ghost of Marilyn Monroe standing behind her.
Chapter 2
I stood there speechless. In fact, I didn’t know what to do next. It wasn’t like seeing a ghost shocked me, but I hadn’t expected Marilyn Monroe, for heaven’s sake. Why did this keep happening to me? Word must have gotten out that I was the psychic medium to the stars. Marilyn was just as glamorous in the afterlife as she had been when she was living. Her chin-length blonde hair bounced with curls. Her lips were covered in bright red lipstick. She wore the iconic white halter dressed she’d worn in the film The Seven Year Itch where she’d stood over the subway grate and the skirt had floated up toward the sky. Her appearance was exactly as I would have pictured her.
“Wow. This is far out. I can’t believe it’s Marilyn Monroe.” Roger said as he walked right through Mindy and into her house.
Mindy frowned as if she’d felt him pass through her. Now, Roger stood next to Marilyn, staring with star-struck eyes.
A wicked smile curved his lips. “This is turning out to be a very good day.”
Marilyn glanced at him and frowned. Roger needed to back off and learn what personal space meant. I couldn’t believe he’d just walked right into Mindy’s house without being invited in. Where were his manners? Just because he was a ghost didn’t mean he should be rude.
“Is there something wrong?” Mindy asked.
I didn’t want to tell her just yet that Marilyn
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