"Can't sleep with a dead man in my closet." "You killed someone?" asked Ben with interest.
Patricia BriggsShe sees ghosts,โ said Samuel, impatient with my whining. I see dead people,โ I deadpanned back. Oddly, it was Uncle Mike who laughed. I hadnโt thought heโd be a moviegoer.
Patricia BriggsHe was obviously dead. But since he was a vampire that wasn't as hopless a thing as it might have been.
Patricia BriggsDrink it,โ I told her. โItโs good for what ails you. Caffeine and sugar. I donโt drink it, so I ran over to your house and stole the expensive stuff in your freezer. It shouldnโt be that bad. Samuel told me to make it strong and pour sugar into it. It should taste sort of like bitter syrup.โ She gave me a smile smile, then a bigger one, and plugged her nose before she drank it down in one gulp. โNext time," she said in a hoarse voice, โI make the coffee.
Patricia BriggsHe stepped back with exaggerated courtesy. But when I walked past him, he swatted my rump. Hard enough to sting. โYou need to be more careful,โ he growled. โKeep interfering in my business and you might get hurt.โ I said sweetly as I continued to Jesse's room, โThe last man who swatted me like that is rotting in his grave.โ โI have no doubt about it.โ His voice was more satisfied then contrite.
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