It takes another full cup of coffee for me to sort through what Belinda has said. I know I shouldn’t drink so much. If the ghost—or ghosts—decides to freeze us out of the restroom, we’ll be in trouble. Then again, ghosts do love toilet humor.
Either way? I don’t plan to visit the restrooms anytime soon.
I return to the booth and start jotting on the order pad.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Making a list, an inventory of supplies I used, so I can reimburse the Pancake House.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re eradicating. They should pay you.”
“They didn’t hire me.”
“I bet Malcolm’s already alerted Samia and Jim.” She reaches across the table and pulls the order pad from my fingers. “They’ll understand.”
I’m not so sure. I’m equally unsure about how we’ll escape, and whether the Pancak
