The next days passed like my detention never happened. It hadn’t tarnished my reputation and none of my friends were any wiser about my newfound fascination. I’d done a great job at hiding it, but with our next Afterlife Etiquette class coming up, that would prove difficult.
“I still don’t understand why they assigned a Banshee teacher to a general subject,” Stina moaned. She gave her fingernails a fresh lick of paint and admired them carefully. “What do you think?”
“Me?” I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “I think it’s an opportunity to learn about other Afterlife cultures.”
“No, not that. What do you think about my nails?”
“Oh.” I stared at the pink blobs. “Pretty.”
Not that I cared. With one eye on the door, I kept waiting for the teacher to enter. What kind of person wanted
