Oh my God, I might as well have told her Christmas came early. Aunt Dia’s eyes lit up brightly as she leaned across the desk, a childish smile crossing her face. “Ooh, another connoisseur of the supernatural, I see? Laura, you certainly know how to find ‘em.”
Laura’s face flushed terribly and she pushed her own glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Um… w-well—”
“Yeah, Laura’s been a great friend to me,” I cut in, putting an arm around her shoulders as her face got redder. “She told me you were the one to talk about the, uh, supernatural with.”
Aunt Dia’s glasses slid from her forehead and dropped to her nose, but she hardly seemed deterred. “Give me just a moment. I need to call someone back to watch the check-out desk—ooh, this is so exciting! I haven’t told these stories in years; it
