Ghosts.Séance.Stacy’s immutable expression reveals the word ghost circumvented her ears. I realize the Séance Lounge is a bad idea, although reservations were made before we left New York and before Stacy’s possession. We’ll just steer clear of the Séance Lounge.
“When do the parades start?” Jude asks, changing the topic.
Overhearing Jude’s question, a young girl sitting with her family replies, “No parades today. Rain. They’re rescheduled for tomorrow.”
Jude smiles and winks at the girl. “Thank you, little lady.”
The young girl blushes and turns away.
“Aw, pitit dous,” Stacy states under her breath, garnering a glance from me and the guys.
“What was that?” Jude asks with a disingenuous expression.
“Sweet, child,” Stacy states, removing the mint leaf from the glass and wistfully sti
