Dead people I could handle. They were usually beyond hysteria. This was the people-left behind part. The hard part.
Darynda JonesWait, what are you doing?โ She could apparently hear the strain in my voice as I craned my neck from side to side. โIโm trying to see past a little girl on my hood." โOh. Isnโt that dangerous?โ โNormally. But she has a knife.โ โOh, well, then, I guess itโs okay.
Darynda JonesWe stood there, the three of us, our jaws firmly planted on the floor. Aunt Lil recovered first. She nudged me with her elbow and said with a cackle of delight, "I think you guys should make some more of those brownies, 'cause that boy looks hungry.
Darynda JonesI have them a few minutes to absorb everything while I teased Ubie, who only had to recover from his near-death experience. I was so glad Reyes hadn't ripped him to shreds. I liked him much better un-shredded. Unlike, say, my preference for lettuce or heavy metal guitar solos.
Darynda JonesHey, I'm going to Super Dog for a quick bite and to pass along a message from a dead guy to his girlfriend. You should come with me." "I can't go with you." "Is it because of my questionable morals?" "No, it's because it's three o'clock in the afternoon and I have to pick up Amber from school." "Oh, right. So the morals thing doesn't bother you?
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