I thought we were headed back to Buffalo today. KBD had other ideas.
To keep the trip from being “a complete waste” she set up a necromancy gig in Clarksdale. When I asked her how someone goes about booking her for necromancy for pay she told me that if she gave me that information she’d have to kill me with a big smile on her face.
It’s a miracle that I haven’t punched this girl. A god damn miracle.
She drove for once. The tradeoff was that she blasted me with Danish death metal the entire way. I don’t really have a genre of music I like. Now I have one for sure that I don’t like.
When we got to The Vineyard Mansion & Carriage House Bread & Breakfast she told me to stay in the car while she made some “real money”. I was doomscrolling and only a little thinking about stealing her car when KBD came back out and leaned against my window like a waitress from a drive-in restaurant in and old movie. I almost thought she was going to call me sugar.
“Kay . . . so . . . small problem.”
She told me that gig was to call up the spirit of a dude’s dead wife so they could chat. Only the wrong spirit showed up and the exorcist she had on stand-by can’t get rid of it. I asked her what she wanted me to do about it.
“Well the spirit is asking for you by name . . . is the thing” was her response “Your name is Grace right?” she said it like she really wasn’t sure.
Of course it was asking for me by name.
Of course.
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