Chapter 10: The Pumpkin Goblin“I wonder what Clara would think about the goblin,” I said. We’d gotten off the floor and took up at the kitchen counter. “What kind of energy is it f*****g transferring?”
“Sarcasm isn’t your strong suit.”
“Yeah. Well, it’s the best I got.”
Chester searched my face. “Everyone moves on. Nothing ends.”
On a good day, Chester’s philosophies on life could be obtuse, and fortune cookie-like. After facing the goblin, never mind Adam’s death, all I could do was grunt.
We stayed silent until Antonia’s voice broke our reverie.
“Daddy!”
We both turned.
“Daddy,” she repeated, “there’s a goblin in the pumpkin patch!” She pointed behind us. “It’s eating the rotten pumpkins.”
“She’s asleep,” Chester said, “sleepwalking.”
I crouched beside Chester. “Antonia?”
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