Haunting-Adeline

While I was drinking overpriced whiskey, shoo ng the shit with a man I
have grown to loathe, a kid was dying, his blood draining into chalices for
deranged men to drink.
Buzzing energy forms beneath the surface and it takes effort to keep my
bones from jumping out of my skin.
I need to get away from Addie.
Because if she gives me a tude or her usual hatred, I don’t think my
response will be what she deserves.
Sensing my growing anger, she sets the coffee cup down on a li le table
with a dead plant on it.
I point at it. “Baby, if you can’t keep a plant alive, how are you going to
keep our babies alive?”
She smacks my chest. “Calm down, Zade. No baby talk, I don’t even like
you like that.”
I grin, but her expression turns contempla ve, a ny frown pping the
corners of her lips down as a crease forms between her brow.
“Do you ever wonder about Gigi and her stalker and find it strange?
Maybe even far-fetched?”
When I lt my head, signaling my confusion, she licks her lips and starts
fiddling with the belt on her purple robe.
“You already know my great-grandmother had a stalker. One that she fell
in love with. And now so do I. Living in the same house and…”
“Falling in love?” I finish for her, keeping my face blank so she’s sure I’m
not teasing.
She glances at me and gives a slight li of her shoulders, but she doesn’t
deny it. Cop out, but I let it go.
“It just seems crazy and… I don’t know, impossible, I guess.”
I lean down on the railing and lt my head up un l I catch her eyes. Once
they snag onto mine, they’re anchored. The breeze ruffles her hair again,
the cinnamon strands dancing in the wind.
“Do you think you’re a reincarna on of Gigi, Addie? And that I’m a
reincarna on of Ronaldo? We'll never really know, will we? It’s highly
unlikely but not impossible. But I can’t say I don’t like the idea of it.”
A li le snarl takes over her face. “You just like the idea of stalking me for
several life mes.”