That’s the most healin’ thing for him.” I dared not turn around and confront Jitty, the dead woman who haunts my ancestral home and my life. Jitty is many things to me, most of them loving. But she is also a major pain in the butt. “I like to watch him breathe,” I told her. It’s pointless to argue with a haint, but I do it out of habit. Jitty claims the wisdom of the Great Beyond, which makes her a real know-it-all. Except she didn’t warn me that my last case would result in my fiancé, Graf Milieu, nearly getting his leg shot off. At last he’s been released from the hospital and is resting peacefully at Dahlia House. Let the healing begin. Jitty spoke directly into my ear. “Doc says to let him rest, so let him rest. Need I point out that you can’t sleep when I hover over you?” “Because you’re dead, Jitty. Few people enjoy a dead person hovering.” “Below the belt, Sarah Booth. Speaking of belt, what do you think of my get-up?” I steeled my nerve to confront my fashionista haint.
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