+18 - GHOST of ME 1 - Alex and Claire Corban lead ordinary lives in their small town. Until their family past catches up, forcing them to face supernatural events that will change their lives forever. -- draft UNDER **HEAVY** REVISION --Please let m...
"Like you said, don't ask." They chuckled together. "Did the juice work on Rob?"
"Yeah. It was a little embarrassing, trying to explain why I was so eager to take the dirty sheets away when your stuff worked. But nobody saw the worm, and I drowned it in enough bleach to clean the whole hospital."
"That's my girl."
The pride in Alex's voice made Claire smile.
"Gotta go now, kiddo. I'll be home as soon as I get rid of the girl in black."
"I'll have breakfast ready."
"Sometimes I even love you."
"Oh, shut up!"
They disconnected and Claire smelled her hands once more, cursing under her breath. They would stink of bleach for a good while.
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George waited near the open door as Alex and Claire discussed where they would place the shelves and the counter, their voices echoing in the empty store. A pleased smile pursed his lips. Alex was always a little distant and ironic, and it was the first time he saw her so happy.
She turned to him with a bright grin and pointed at the lease contract in his hand. George gave it to her with a pen. She didn't bother to read it before signing it. Good thing about small towns: written contracts were just a formality.
"Tell Peg she'll have her money in her account first thing tomorrow." Alex gave him the papers back and took his hand. "Thanks, George. I really owe you."
He pressed her hand, smiling wider. "Anytime, Al," he said, and added, louder. "Now it's Claire's time to honor her word."
"I'm cooking dinner for you tonight, George," the girl replied. "You pick the menu."
At the same time, at the small cemetery behind the catholic church, the Malher family and their close friends listened with their heads down to Father Jason's eulogy, gathered around an open empty grave and Lila's casket covered in flowers.
Doctor Lorrigan discharged Rob a few hours later, and his parents took him home. The boy had no idea how he'd left the hospital to end up near the Little Sandy on the road to the old sawmill. And nobody insisted. Weird things did happen now and then. He was safe, he was fine, and that was all that mattered.
That evening, George knocked on the Corbans door in the late summer sunset, bringing a bottle of wine and two small bouquets of flowers for his hosts. He knew anything more would be seen as an overreaction to being invited to Alex's place for the first time.
She got the door, laughing, and George saw Ollie in the living room, holding a joystick in front of the TV. He hadn't counted on Claire's boyfriend to be there, and his presence improved George's mood: it wouldn't be a dinner for three, but a double date!
"C'mon in, George!" Alex said, letting him in. "The chef says twenty more minutes, and I'm gonna use them to kick this brat's ass."
"Dream on!" Ollie replied, handing her another joystick.
A few streets away, Stevie and Sophie Malher headed back home. Visiting Rob wasn't easy, as their friend still tried to process Lila's death.
Rob lingered alone in his room, sitting on his bed by the window, as night stretched over Mount Baker. Sarah brought him a light dinner in a tray, but he wasn't hungry and he didn't even touch it. He turned off the lights and sat by the window again, watching the first stars show over the lake.
Lila, dead? There had to be some kind of mistake.
He grabbed a light sweater and pushed up the window, as the first night of August closed. He folded his arms on the windowpane and rested his chin on them, thinking. He could hear his parents watching TV downstairs.
He'd lost track of time when a shadow under the trees across the garden caught his attention. He stared down at it, holding his breath, and smiled. Of course they were all wrong. There she was, her black dress flapping softly in the night breeze.
Lila waved at him. Rob sat on the pane, feet out on the roof. With the practice of sneaking out on so many summer nights to meet with his friends, he slid down the roof noiselessly and jumped to land on the grass.
Nobody saw the teenagers disappear hand in hand into the night.
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