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The next night, I pulled back intoabout my little errand The boyfriend-Denny-had been tearfully receptive to host stuff not only did the ghosts feel better after they told me what they wanted, but wholy None of that Whoopi Goldberg skepticism in Ghost No, it was always, "Thank you so et on with my life, are you sure you don&039;t want any coffee?" Very strange But better than the alternative, I figured

There was a shiny red Dodge Ram pickup in the driveway, parked crookedly, one tire actually in the grass I had no idea who the hell it was-no one I knew drove a red truck-and wondered if I wanted to go in

See, things started out innocently enough-a visitor, a co I know, I&039;m up to my tits in undead politics, or atteotten so that I distrusted everything new, notruck Not ht five new troublemakers to my house, easy

I looked at my watch It was only six-thirty But that meant Tina and Sinclair were up, at least So if it was so, I&039;d at least have help Maybe I could fob the whole thing off on the to do with me!

Nah

I letadolescent o, so cra-to-be-deep-but-not-quite--it voice Jon Delk, former head of the Blade Warriors, current pain in one back to the family farm I hadn&039;t heard froht hiood, that&039;s what

"Tina," I heard Sinclair say casually, and because I knew that voice, I started running, "see our little friend out"

"Go ahead, vaer on me"

"Okay," Tina said cheerfully and then I burst into the kitchen

"Stop it! Whatever it is, play nice, you bu, wholesohtened when he saw me, and he smiled so wide his direat It&039;s really uh"

"Great?" Sinclair snarked, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed Stretched out in front of hi