Ghosts haunt. Vampires appear softly from dark corners. Spirits look you in the eye and shock you into questioning your existence. Ideas stay wedged inside you, safe and happy.
Unless your name is Rhonda.
If your name is Rhonda, thoughts slide out of dark corners to drink your blood. If your name is Rhonda, ideas make you wish you were never born. If your name is Rhonda, the history that you study is the lives and futures of the people who listen to you.
If your name is Rhonda, then everything has consequences. Even thinking.
Judith’s life was turned inside out by a phone call.
“Hey, you.” The voice was light, bright and very familiar. Her sister.
“Hi, you too. What’re you ringing up about at this unholy hour?” Perkiness ought to be canned and sold to tourists, not put on the phone a
