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1 " The next morning I was up bright and early. Mostly because I'd sold the curtains. "
― Angie Fox , Southern Spirits (Southern Ghost Hunter Mysteries, #1)
2 " if you wanted something done—come hell or high water—you leave it to a southern girl. "
3 " Less than a year ago, my life had been so simple. I had a nice little freelance design business going. I was marrying a man I thought I loved. And then --poof. Ghosts in my kitchen and ramen for breakfast. "
4 " Although if it meant he'd answer a few questions, I'd offer to stitch him a king-size Irish Swag Bohemian Bell quilt. With my toes. "
5 " Quick," I hissed. "Tell me what you know about this place."The ghost frowned. His face appeared sweaty and his hair was a mess, like he'd been running his fingers through it. "How about, 'hey, Frankie. How you doing, Frankie? I see you're missing both your legs, Frankie. "
6 " I'd live in a paper bag if it meant I didn't have to marry that bastard. "
7 " chill swept the room. I retreated until my back hit solid wood. I'd never seen a ghost or heard a ghost although I watched Ghost Adventures on television and I certainly believed in them and sweet Jesus I was trapped. "
8 " Despite it all, I had to believe that honesty would be rewarded. That if I lived my life doing the right thing, good fortune would come back to me. The alternative was unthinkable. "
9 " she wrote out an incident report. "Yes, Mr. Lemon. I agree. Those teenagers should not have positioned your garden gnomes like that. Yes. I do believe I've heard that is in the Kama Sutra. No, I don't know what page." She wheeled her chair over to one of the massive file cabinets and pulled out a yellow folder packed with paperwork. "Just tell Mrs. Lemon the gnomes were wrestling," she said, stuffing the report inside. "I'm sure there is a nonviolent solution, but I don't see how the mayor can help. Nevertheless, I'll put it on file immediately. "
10 " made gossip "
11 " hunch he'd seen me. And if he was from Sugarland, "
12 " slammed my door shut, a bit edgy. "Frankie's my friendly ghost, the one who tunes me in to the other side," I said, going out on a limb. The words hung between us, making me uncomfortable. "
13 " weren't nearly as bad as the silence. He sighed, returning his attention to the parade of stores out the window. "And people said I was guilty of highway robbery." I kept an eye out for a parking spot. "I'm going to pretend you didn't just insult my job," I said, locating an empty spot up ahead in the town "
14 " years, my family had sold the estate around the house, piece by piece, so that the sprawling peach orchard and even the grand front drive had given way to tidy bungalows lining the long road to the main house. Grandma had said it made gossip travel even faster, the way they built houses so close together these days. I always told her that the good citizens of Sugarland, Tennessee, needed no help. Still, I loved the place. And I absolutely despised letting "
15 " He kissed me sweetly, gently, the way every girl deserves to be kissed at least once in her life. "
16 " Sure, people in the South called those individuals 'colorful,' but everyone knew it was just a nice word for bat-shit crazy. "
