It's A Wonderful Midlife Crisis (Good To The Last Death #1) - Robyn Peterman Page 0,73

you do anything with the video?” I asked, hoping to have something to tell John.

“Honestly, I’m not sure,” Heather said, wrinkling her brow in thought. “But if I can come up with a way to, you better believe I’ll take Sarina Dunn down.”

“Thank you,” I said, giving her a hug.

“Get your crap together,” she said. “You’re not running twelve miles home in the dark. I’ll drive you.”

The drive home was quiet, but not awkwardly so. Heather was in deep thought. If anyone could find justice for John, it was Heather. I’d done my part and hadn’t lost a friend. It was the best I could do. I’d explain to John what was going on, and then I would change his will to please him.

And from now on, I would speak less in public. It was going to get me into too much trouble. If I ended up in the psych ward—or, God forbid, jail—it would be really hard to talk to dead people and solve their problems. I was pretty sure Ouija boards weren’t allowed there.

One important thing down, many more to go. First on the list for tomorrow was educating myself on mail fraud. Maybe working at a criminal law firm would be smart. I could learn enough to keep myself out of jail… or maybe not.

Chapter Nineteen

The old farmhouse was strangely empty. None of my squatters were in front of the TV that seemed to be on 24/7. I paused and watched as two completely naked people yelled at each other about not holding up their end of some kind of bargain about firewood. The woman dangled something in the air that looked like a charred frog then took a huge and unladylike bite out of it while the man looked ready to smack her in the head.

Naked and Afraid was one of the ghosts’ favorites. It made me want to gag. However, I did find it ballsy that a bunch of women walked around tits to the wind and didn’t care. As nice as my girls still were, I didn’t have that kind of confidence.

It made sense why the ghosts loved reality shows—there was nothing real about them. No one died. Everything worked out in the end. Someone won a crapload of money or some kind of recording or modeling contract. People got their houses redone—fantasy at its finest. Even though there were people ridiculous enough to get naked and go on television to try to survive in the middle of the jungle for money, they weren’t really alone. There were camera crews and producers. If something really bad happened they would be taken care of.

The news was real—people died and tragedies happened every day. I didn’t even like watching the news lately and didn’t blame the dead for not liking it either.

Turning off the TV, I sighed. A brief wave of sadness washed over me as I realized how many had left.

“Daisy, get a grip,” I muttered as I took Donna and Karen out to the front yard to do their business. “You’re doing good things. Getting attached to deceased people and being upset when they move on is not smart. Plus, more will come.”

Karen did her nightly zoomies around the massive oak tree and Donna dug a hole in the flowerbed next to my withering purple mums. The moon was full and the stars looked small and faded in the night sky. Glancing up at the moon, I smiled. I used to swear as a kid that I could see the man on the moon. Gram and I would search and search. She always let me find him. Steve had played the same game with me. Right now, I couldn’t find the man on the moon. My childlike imagination had disappeared.

Donna finished with her destruction of the mums, sat at my feet and barked.

“I know,” I said, squatting down to pet her. “It’s time to go to bed. Gotta get my beauty sleep. I’m not getting any younger.”

Donna wagged her bottom. Karen sped over like she was sprinting to put out a fire, knocked me on my butt and covered my face with wet kisses. John was nowhere to be found tonight. I couldn’t tell him about my visit with Heather or that I could change his will.

“Tomorrow. I’ll tell John tomorrow,” I said aloud as I wiped the Karen slobber off my cheeks. “Karen, you have really bad breath.”

She wagged her tail with pride and did one last round of zoomies. I watched and