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Zia nodded. “I need you all to be part of it. There’s magic in the number six, so I will need all of you. And Phyllis, you’re the most co
Phyllis nodded. “Of course. I would do anything to talk to Morty one more time. To tell him that I love him and I’m sorry that I yelled at him about putting his socks in the hamper the last day I saw him alive.”
Edna patted her arm. “Don’t worry about that, honey. I’m sure he wouldn’t even remember you mentioning the clothes hamper. Men are like dogs: they forget easily. They just remember that you feed them, give them a warm place to sleep, and rub their bellies once in a while.”
Hmmm. She had a point. Fi
Jake shrugged. “I’m always game for trying a new experience.” He looked down at Su
“I’m not exactly sure. I’ve never seen proof, but I’m open to the idea. I’ve lost enough people that I like to believe they could be around us, watching over their loved ones. I’m game for a séance.”
“Great,” Zia said. “We need to hurry, though, because it’s creeping closer to midnight.”
Did she have to say creeping? This whole thing was creeping Fi
She stopped in front of the door and turned back to give the group directions. “We can use my office. Fi
Phyllis opened her handbag and dug through the contents. She held up a wadded white handkerchief. “How about this? He handed me his hanky after I sneezed in church last weekend, and I threw it in my purse to wash for him later.”
Zia smiled at her and led them into her office. “That will be perfect.”
Great. This morning he was headed into work, minding his own business. He had the newspaper to read and a cup of coffee to drink. Plain old black coffee. His life was simple.
Now he was sipping fancy pumpkin-flavored coffee, talking about ghosts, and following the gorgeous, round ass of a woman who made his heart pound and who told him she thought he was kind of sexy right before she kissed him senseless.
If all that wasn’t unbelievable enough, he was getting ready to participate in a séance with Batman and Dolly Parton, and they were going to cha
While trying to stay open-minded, he felt like he’d been approaching this unknown door that was slightly ajar and he was just going to peek in, check out what was inside. Instead, the door had been flung wide open and he was being ushered inside and literally sitting down at the table in Spooksville.
We are only afraid of what we don’t understand. He’d read that somewhere. Was that what was happening? Was he afraid? Afraid of a ghost? Hmm. Maybe. He sure as hell was afraid of this thing happening with Zia.
There was only one thing to do: go give it a try. Both with Zia and the séance. The only way he would know for sure if ghosts were real was if they tried to communicate with one, and the only way he would know if this thing with Zia was real was if he tried. If he handed her his heart and took the chance that she wouldn’t break it.
He followed Zia into the office, stopping to hold the door open for Edna and Phyllis to enter. “Where do you want us to start?”
She pointed to the closet. “There’s a round table and folding chairs in that closet. You and Jake set that up. Su
“What can I do?” Edna asked. “You want me to get out the spell book and start collecting ingredients? Do you have any eye of newt? They always have that in secret spells.”
“No. I’m not casting any spells. We’re trying to communicate with Morty’s spirit, not bring him back from the dead.”
“All right. All right,” Edna mumbled as she wandered over to the shelves and began searching through the boxes and jars of herbs Zia used for healing and therapy.
Within minutes, they had the table set up and were circled around it. Zia had spread out a rich blue velvet tablecloth, and Su
“I need everyone to be quiet, and please turn off your cell phones. We don’t want to be interrupted in a crucial moment of communication.”
“What if the ghost tries to call us and we have our phones off?” Fi
“We all need to stay in the circle the whole time. If someone gets up and leaves, it can break the spiritual co
“No,” Edna said. “But I might need to if a ghost really does show up.”
Fi
Zia smiled at the group. “Take the hand of the person next to you. We want to begin with a prayer to protect us from angry or evil spirits, and ask that only well-intentioned spirits join our circle tonight.”
“Yeah, we don’t want any random angry spirits showing up,” Fi
Zia dropped his hand and gave him a stern look. “Look, Fi
Was he in or was he out? Now was his chance to make a choice. He blew out a breath. “Okay, I’m in. Sorry. I’ll shut up and try my best to convey only positive energy.”
She gri
Zia picked up his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. She closed her eyes and lowered her voice. “Morty, we gather here tonight in hope that we will receive a sign of your presence. Our circle is open and we welcome you to join us.”
A few long seconds passed, then a loud thump sounded in the back of the room. Su
The room was dark except for the small circle of candlelight that reflected each of their faces. Zia spoke again, calm and encouraging. “Morty, if you’re here with us, please give us a sign.” The candlelight flickered and the temperature of the room seemed to drop ten degrees. “Phyllis, you knew Morty and loved him. Please take this time to think warm thoughts about him, fill your heart with all the love you have for him, and fill your mind with good memories of time spent with him.
“Morty, if you’re in the room with us, please signal twice for a yes answer,” Zia instructed.
A loud rap sounded on the center of the table, and seconds later another rap signaled the presence of the spirit.
Holy crap. Was this really happening? Maybe one of the others was tapping the table with their leg. Fi