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“Hey. Listen, I know we haven’t talked much lately, and I<br />
know we’re both really busy. But I miss you. Are you free Friday<br />
night?” Her voice, on the other hand, sounded like the whimper of a<br />
puppy that had peed on the carpet and was trying to make amends<br />
by bringing a bone to her master.<br />
“That would be …” my cheating wife guilt was a knife<br />
twisting through my insides, abruptly stopping me from finishing<br />
my sentence; it wouldn’t be fun because I couldn’t do it — “great,<br />
on any other day. Sorry, Chelle. I’m busy Friday.”<br />
“What are you doing? Working?” Of course this was her<br />
only logical explanation for my being busy, because if I was free I<br />
would surely have made time for my best friend who I hadn’t seen<br />
in over a month. I definitely wouldn’t be ghost hunting with a cute<br />
older boy and his friends. That wasn’t Chelsea Keller style.<br />
“Uh ... no. I’m going on another ghost investigation.”<br />
“Another?” I could practically see her freckles stretching as<br />
her eyes widened. “Do you like, do this all the time now?”<br />
“Um, kind of.” I picked at a frayed spot on my shorts. “A<br />
few times, anyway.”<br />
“Since when do you want to be involved in this kind of stuff,<br />
Chelsea? You were always scared of it before. And, I mean, it<br />
doesn’t sound safe to me.”<br />
Maybe it was my guilt spurring a more favorable reaction,<br />
but my face started to get hot. <strong>The</strong> unfaithful wife spoke up<br />
defensively. “It’s safe. I’m fine. I have people teaching me who have<br />
been working with the paranormal for years.”<br />
“What happened to the girl who wouldn’t even watch <strong>The</strong><br />
Blair Witch Project?”<br />
“She finally grew a pair.” My cheeks were burning.<br />
Somewhere inside me the guilt was still scratching at my stomach,<br />
trying to remind me that I didn’t need to get so worked up. But I was<br />
starting to spread my wings and she was trying to rein me back in.<br />
“If you want, I can tell you what this is really about. I can show you.<br />
It’s not as scary as we used to think.”<br />
“No, thanks. I’m just fine without Satan appearing in my<br />
bedroom at night.”<br />
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