*That is exactly what I’m saying. All you have to do is ask him his real name, and then after that you need to ride behind him on his bike. If he doesn’t get it then, just smack him around the back of his head*
Anna smacks my arm, and I mean she’s left a red mark type of smack. “Wow, what’s going on?”
“I was speaking to you, but you were zoned out,” Anna states with a touch of annoyance.
“I was talking with Bono. He was telling me I have to claim Finger. Now, I have always been drawn to him, but he hasn’t really shown any sign of wanting anything other than being friendly. Like all the brothers here, if I’m honest. It is a feeling of being a sister more than anything else.”
“You were talking to a ghost while I was sitting here with you?” Anna whispers, but her eyes are flicking all over the kitchen. “Is he still here? Where is he? Is there anyone else?”
“Hey, hey, enough. Bono has gone now. Nobody else is here,” I tell her that small lie because there is someone watching what Jo is cooking, but I’m ignoring the fact they are there and as they are doing nothing, I’m not worried about them.
“If anyone comes and wants to leave you a message, then I’ll tell you. Otherwise, chill out. They are not here to hurt anyone.” Well, I hope not, I mumble to myself. But the memory of Pyro bouncing that flame from one hand to the other is a little unsettling.
“Okay, but you need to do something about Finger. We can all see he really likes you, and I mean he is into you. He just hasn’t gotten on the train yet.” Anna giggles at her own comment.
“She’s not a frigging train, Anna. But I agree that it may be easier if you make the first move, Cilla. Men are a little on the dense side at times,” Jo nods to herself when she’s finished speaking and whoever the guy is standing beside her is, nods in agreement too.
“I’ll think on it, but I need to speak to Shelby. I’ll help you here today if that is okay and whenever you need an extra pair of hands. I’m not one for sitting around doing nothing, so I’d like to be useful if it wouldn’t offend you.”
“Any help is great, Cilla. Thanks. Come back when you’ve made your call,” Jo pours the meat mixture into dishes she’s lined with pastry, and glancing I can see tops so these are going to be pot pies. Great, I love pot pies, but Jo has other things on the counter that I’m not sure what she’s going to do with yet.
Walking out of the kitchen and into the common room, I take a seat at the closest table to the kitchen door. I quickly place the call and hope Shelby isn’t too busy to answer.
“Hello, Shelby of Shelby’s Place speaking.”
I could laugh at the mighty posh false voice she is using, but I hold it back. “Hi, Shelby, it’s Cilla. I wanted to say how sorry I am that I’m letting you down.”
“No, you are not letting me down, Cilla. You are exactly where you should be, which is staying safe. Finger has been to see me and told me all about what’s happening. We are watching for this disgusting man, and I’ve spread the word, and the townsfolk are all keeping their eyes wide open.” Shelby is in the kitchen I’m sure, as I can hear Brian speaking in the background.
“I don’t want to lose my job, Shelby. I really enjoy working with you.”
“I’ll keep your job for you, Cilla. I’ve employed a student to cover for you, but as soon as they go back to college, I will be a man down. But I hope you’ll be back before that point.”
“Thanks, Shelby. I think they will have this sorted out fairly soon. But I’ll keep you informed if it is going to be over three weeks. Will that be okay?” I ask while crossing the fingers on my spare hand, and cross my legs at the ankles.
“Yep, that’s cool. I have to go, Cilla, because Brian is waving at me.”
“No problem, Shelby, and thank you.” I don’t get a chance to say more before I hear Brian shout for Shelby and she’s gone.
Walking back into the kitchen I quickly make my way to the sink, place my phone in my back pocket out of the way before washing my hands ready to help.
The lunchtime was rushing around making sandwiches, which was my job. Make BLTs and other assorted choices. Chips, side salads, and other accompaniments were placed for the brothers to take. I don’t know how they do this on a daily basis, but this is exhausting. With only two cooks and two cleaners toorganize everything, I reckon they deserve gold medals. The club women, or fluff as they used to be called previously, I was told are useless. They walk around nearly naked, and the way they act must be exhausting.
I take plates through to the kitchen and come back for more but halt when my mouth must drop to my chest because, darn it there are dead people everywhere. The first one must realize I can see him when he shouts.*Hey, lady, tell Ghost I have his dog Laramie with me*
Then the onslaught of requests starts—*Tell Whistle his friend Martin passed last week, but he’s okay*
*Listen up, can you tell Demon I like the way he has grown? Oh, I’m his grandmamma*
*Ask Snake if he’s ever going to come clean?*
*Tell Violet her sister is safe and…*
“STOP, JUST STOP!” I bellow getting everyone’s attention. But that makes them worse, and I cover my ears to not hear anymore.
Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I look up to see Tracker. He is studying my face closely and must realize what is happening. “SHUT UP AND FORM A FUCKING LINE.” Pausing a moment to look at me again, Tracker turns to look at his brothers, but squinting slightly to see if he can see what I’m seeing.
I am totally flabbergasted when dead people line up in front of me. Who the hell would have thought…? I turn in amazement to look at Tracker who is doing his best to stay cool, but not sure what’s happening. When he looks down at me, I must give him a shit-eating grin because a smirk starts to form. You know the one where they do it with only half their face. It looks darn coolon Tracker. “They have lined up,” I giggle as I inform him. All I get is a nod, then he asks, “Anyone for me?”