Electronic gadgets and spirits are an odd combination.
Mom had asked Desmond for his phone number, and even though I hadn’t talked to him about it, I could tell he lacked one.
He moved around his vegetables with a spoon while his eyes tracked the movements of it. I could tell he was trying hard to find an appropriate excuse to give Mom.
“Mom, let him eat in peace first. It’s only appropriate to ask for such things after a guest has eaten. Besides, why do you need to have his number on your phone? I’ll call him if we ever need to,” I said.
“Silly me.” Mom giggled. “Of course, you would have his number. Send it to me right away, dear. I am becoming so forgetful nowadays.”
“Uh.” I looked around for help, but no one would make eye contact with me, not even my incubus. “Mom, I think it’s
