Monday, October 26, 2015

Chapter 278 That doesn't make any sense




Ronnie gaped at Sophie shaking his head. “That can't be right, Sophie,” he said.

Whaddaya mean?” she said. “That's what my dad told me. He wants me to stop getting in the way so my mom will marry your dad.”

No, no way. That can't be what he meant. I mean...that doesn't make any sense,” Ronnie said. “You must've heard him wrong.”

Hello! I was the one there, Ronnie, there with my ghost dad. I heard what he told me. He wants your father to marry my mother,” Sophie said. “I thought you'd be thrilled. Isn't this exactly what you've been whining about?”

I haven't been whining,” Ronnie indignantly said. “But yeah, I do want them to get together, but what you're saying makes no sense.”

What are ya talking about? Makes perfect sense!” Sophie said. “He said...”

Listen to me for a minute. If your father is okay with Violet getting married, then why is he bothering to haunt her, huh?”

Monday, October 19, 2015

Chapter 277 I understand



Simon cursed a blue streak as he tore apart—not literally, of course-- his father's truck, which for all intents and purposes was now Ronnie's ride. He was in search of his dimwitted brother's missing cell phone, getting increasingly frustrated with the fruitless chase. He looked in the front and the back cabs, under and around the seats, in each pocket and every nook and cranny—and this truck had far too many of them for whatever reason-- and all he found was: lip balm--cherry flavored, a week-old newspaper, a small bottle of hand sanitizer, several pens, a small notepad with random phone numbers in Victor's handwriting, insurance and registration papers stuffed into the owner's manual, a few gas receipts and in a hidden compartment his father's Sig Sauer  which Simon ought to remind him was still here before he allowed Ronnie to run heedlessly around all of Catalpa Valley and elsewhere with it, lest he be stopped and arrested for having it without a conceal/carry permit.

Sonava...” he muttered as he crumbled candy wrappers-- snickers minis, his dad's favorite-- and stuck them in his pocket before getting out and slamming the door shut.

Unknown to him, a snazzy looking silver and black Jeep Wrangler had pulled into the driveway without his noticing it and it doubly surprised him to see Cassandra sitting in the driver's seat staring morosely at the steering wheel. His heart gave a grand leap upon seeing her again and he told himself to keep cool. His heart, however, refused to listen; it fluttered like a caged bird's wings trying desperately to escape.

Monday, October 12, 2015

Chapter 276 What did I do wrong?




Georgiana didn't understand why Sophie was suddenly looking at Ronnie as if he'd personally done her harm. She thought it best to distract her from him before she took it into her head to smack him or something, because she knew Ronnie never did anything to anybody!

So...Sophie, can I sing now so you can tell me how I sound?” Georgiana asked.

Sophie turned away from Ronnie's sleeping form and smiled. “Okay, what ya got?” she said motioning her to stand up. “You always sing better standing up, you know.”

Really?” Georgiana said. “Ronnie never told me that.”

They switched places; Sophie sat on the bench and Georgiana stood by the piano. Sophie listened carefully while Georgiana sang some vaguely familiar song, one she recalled hearing once or twice. She didn't like it at all. The song, that is; Georgiana had a nice voice for a little kid.

What did I do wrong?” Georgiana asked, stopping in the middle of the song.


What makes you think you did anything wrong?” Sophie asked.

You made a face. Ronnie does that, too, mostly when he doesn't like a song, but I think he does it when I do something wrong, too, but he never wants to tell me what I did. I think he doesn't want to hurt my feelings, but I wanna do it right, so, please tell me.”

Sophie smiled. “Well, it's not really that you're doing anything wrong...um... I don't know this song very well so...”

Wait...you don't know Let it go? ” Georgiana said, shocked to her toes. 

Uh...no. Should I? Not the kinda stuff we usually do,” Sophie said.

Georgiana stared at her, aghast. “It's from Frozen. It's the best song ever!”

Sophie tried not to laugh. “I doubt that, but anyway, I can still tell you what you're doing wrong.”

Georgiana wasn't convinced of that. How could she trust the opinion of someone who didn't know Let it go???

Monday, October 5, 2015

Chapter 275 What does he want?



Victor had never seen Freddy so furiously indignant. It warmed his heart to know he cared so much. While Freddy wasn't a very large man, nor intimidating on a normal day, his barely contained fury was almost scary. Victor briefly wondered how much worse he would be if it was his own kids' happiness being threatened.

But it wasn't Freddy's kids. It was Victor's.

And... what? They...he can't possibly want them back!” Freddy said, fists clenched at his side. “The asshole can't just come back after all this time, after what he did and...and expect to...”

Just then Victor's cell rang again. 

That's odd,” Victor said anxiously, putting it to his ear. “Hey, Joaquin, how ya doing? You okay?” He listened for a minute then visibly relaxed and smiled. “That would be fine.... Just you or all the kids?.... either is okay...How about tomorrow after school? I'll pick you up then and we'll head to the mall. All right? Cool. See ya then.”

Who's that?” Freddy asked, watching Victor pocket his cell.

Joaquin...remember Darth Vader at the Halloween party?” Victor replied. “Joaquin just wants me to take him and the other orphans Christmas shopping.”