Миранда Джеймс - Fixing To Die

Mary Turner looked slightly abashed. “Yes. For one thing, I knew we could trust her not to damage anything because you live with valuable furniture and objects like this every day. Then I figured you wouldn’t be scared out of your wits, maybe only spooked a little, like I was at first.”

“You were correct on both counts,” An’gel said, her tone rather dry. “It’s just as well that I don’t frighten easily, however.”

“But now you’re going to let Nathan Gamble stay in this room,” Dickce said. “He’s never stayed in it before, I gather?”

“No, he hasn’t.” Mary Turner grinned suddenly. “Frankly, I hope something happens while he’s in this room that will spook the life out of him.”

CHAPTER 11

Benjy thought the ghost looked an awful lot like his stepfather.

But what was his stepfather doing here? He ought to be in California.

Am I in California?

The ghost didn’t look like his stepfather now. It didn’t look like anyone Benjy knew. It also looked really angry about something. Its arms shot out, and its hands grabbed for Benjy’s throat.

Benjy screamed and backed away, but there was a wall behind him. Nowhere to go as the hands kept grabbing at his throat.

Somewhere a dog barked, and Benjy banged his head against the headboard and woke up.

He rubbed the back of his head and tried to orient himself. Where was he? Oh, yeah, the haunted house in Natchez.

His eyes fully open now, Benjy saw Peanut on the bed beside him, looking anxious. Peanut woofed at him again, and Benjy patted the dog’s head to reassure him.

“I’m okay, boy,” Benjy said. “Thanks for waking me up. That was some creepy dream I was having.”

He yawned. Where was Endora?

As if she had read his mind, the Abyssinian jumped down from atop the headboard and landed in his lap. He stroked her soft fur, and Endora stretched and yawned.

Benjy checked his watch and was surprised to see that it was nearly four o’clock. That meant he had been asleep for about two hours.

“Man, I didn’t think I was that tired,” he told the dog and the cat. He rubbed the back of his neck. “My headache’s gone, but I must have been sweating like crazy.” His neck felt a little clammy, and he realized his head was also damp.

Peanut suddenly licked his face, and Benjy grinned. “Thanks, but I think a shower is what I need. Let me take one and get dressed, then I’ll take you out. How does that sound?”

Peanut barked happily. He understood the word out . Endora did, too, Benjy knew, though she was not always as keen on going outside as the dog was.

Ten minutes later, freshly showered and back in his clothes, Benjy found Peanut’s leash and attached it to the dog’s collar. “I know you don’t like this leash much,” Benjy said in response to loud whining, “but we’re not at home, and I can’t let you just run around outside here. Next thing I know, you and Endora will be digging up a flower bed.”

Or a dead body , he thought, like the one they’d found not that long ago after a big storm back in Athena.

While he walked Peanut and Endora in a grassy area surrounded by trees behind the annex with the guest rooms, Benjy thought about his dream.

He figured he knew why he dreamed about ghosts. All the talk about haunted houses the last couple of days before they came to Natchez had kept the subject firmly in his mind. At first, he thought it would be pretty cool to see a real ghost. Then, the more he thought about it, he wondered how he would really react. Would he stand his ground and face the ghost? Or would he scream and run away, terrified, like people in the old horror movies he used to watch on television? He wasn’t sure at the moment whether he wanted to put himself to the test, not after that creepy dream about his stepfather.

But why had he dreamed about his stepfather? The man hadn’t been in touch with him after the events of a few months ago, when Benjy’s mother died. As far as Benjy knew, Miss An’gel and Miss Dickce hadn’t heard anything from him either. Benjy didn’t particularly want to hear from him. He had never liked the man all that much, and his stepfather hadn’t cared for Benjy either.

Benjy was nineteen, an adult, with no legal ties to his stepfather, but he realized that secretly he was afraid the man would come to Mississippi and try to make him move back to California. Benjy didn’t want that. There was nothing for him in California anymore.

Besides, he thought, he was really fond of Miss Dickce and Miss An’gel. They cared about him, had taken him in and given him a home. They had allowed him to adopt Peanut and Endora—well, really, they had all adopted the cat and the dog. But the animals were in his care most of the time, and he couldn’t ever give them up, no matter what. He wanted to stay with the Ducote sisters, he realized. They were the only family he had now, along with Clementine, Peanut, and Endora.

He hadn’t thought much about it before—hadn’t allowed himself to, really—because it was all like a wonderful dream. If he thought about it too much, something might happen to make it all go away. Make the dream into a reality, and his reality in California hadn’t been happy or pleasant.

He had found a home, and he wanted to keep it. The sisters seemed like they truly cared about him, and he cared about them. Miss Dickce was like the grandmother he had never known, and Miss An’gel was like an aunt, he thought.

Now he didn’t feel so spooked by the dream, he realized. Feeling unburdened, he came out of his reverie to see Peanut and Endora digging a hole near the roots of a tree.

“Stop that,” he told them. They recognized the tone of voice and immediately stopped digging. Endora looked annoyed with him, but then she always did when he stopped her from creating a mess.

He caught them before they had dug much up, and he patted the dirt and grass back into place. He didn’t want to know what lay underground there, and he would have to watch to be sure they didn’t try to dig there again.

Thwarted from digging, Peanut concentrated on sniffing around and doing his business. Benjy picked up the poop in the plastic bag he had brought and dropped it in a large garbage can at the side of the annex.

“How about some water and a treat or two?”

Both Peanut and Endora looked happier once they heard the word treat , and he opened the door to their room and let them in. He was about to close the door behind him when he heard voices outside. He stuck his head out the door and saw Mary Turner walking toward the building, and she had two people with her. A guy and a woman. The guy looked kind of old, Benjy thought, over forty at least, but the woman looked okay. Younger than Mary Turner, but nowhere near as beautiful. Maybe the guy was the woman’s father.

They hadn’t spotted him, and he didn’t want to be caught gawking at Mary Turner. His face reddened slightly as he drew his head back inside and shut the door. He couldn’t help himself somehow when she was around. She was so nice and sweet and beautiful. His heart thumped a little harder whenever he thought about her.

Peanut barked to remind him that he had promised treats. Benjy went to the bag that contained the animals’ food and dug around until he found the small bags of treats for each one. He had a couple in each hand before he turned around to give them out. He had quickly learned one would sulk if the other one got a treat first.

Peanut gobbled his down immediately and looked up at him hopefully. Endora picked her small bites up in her mouth and jumped on the bathroom counter away from Peanut. Sometimes the Labradoodle managed to steal hers before she could eat them, but not this time. Peanut knew better than to try to climb or jump on the counter.