Notes:First of all, this is my simself. You’ll be seeing more of her soon.Second off, I’m starting plot in this chapter. I still want this ISBI to be fairlylighthearted, so I’ll still make jokes and such. It’ll just have a bit more substance.Lastly, I promise the pictures will get better after this chapter. .Now on to the story!
He left the toilet training to Cassie, however. Typical.
Really, Almie. Who’ve you been talking to all day? It’s kind of creepy for a teenagegirl to be talking to a grown man on the internet, if that’s what’s going on…He’s not a criminal.Oh, so it is a guy!
He’s not an elder either, if that’s what you’re getting at.Even if he’s an adult, that’s still creepy.
Let’s just say he can’t be taken by social services.Hmm, so a teen or an adult. Which one is it, Almie?
Oh shoot. Better hide this quick.“Renaud, get out!”Almie, Almie, Almie. What are we up to?
However, Cassie was oblivious to her sister’s escapades, instead watching herhusband play with her son.
“Up you go, Anders! Up you go!”“Careful with him, Renaud. He’s still little.”“Oh, don’t worry Cassie. Nothing bad will ever happen to this family.”
Cassie continued trying to teach Anders to talk, which was an uphill battle. Anderswas ready and willing to copy his parents- in fact, he even went out of his way todo so- but he was having problems forming the words.
So it was a thrill for everyone when he finally formed his first word: “Mommy”-and even a bigger thrill when he finally learned to talk.
“And you stay out.”Alright, alright. Just remember, I can always see you.
At a small abandoned office building on the far side of town…“Ah ha! Another ghost scare at the Mineral household. The newspaper’ll be therein just a few hours…That ad was placed like I asked?” Barrett asked.“Yes, of course,” the invisible man replied.
“They’ll fall for it. I know they will. They can’t stand this many ghost attacks in onenight. How lucky were we? Great timing.”
“Mr. Barrett, the lady’s asking if she can see you tonight.”
“Tell her I’m busy with a…work endeavor. Which is true, in a twisted way.”Barrett gave out a throaty laugh.“Get me that newspaper. I want to see the ad.”
“Haha, this bit is great. ‘Rod Hamiliton, Ghost Whisperer. Hire him and watch yourghost problems disappear!’ Vane, great work on this ad. Of course they’ll fall forit.”
My simself stopped outside the shack. Something was fishy here, alright.