Chapter 5Ghost killing takes copious amounts of energy, and apparently Billy had used all of hers, so she left me on one of the lumpy beds and went in search of food. I tried to follow the news, but ended up dozing off instead. I woke to the sound of Billy shaking the ice around in her soda cup and slurping loudly through the straw.
“Did you get me anything?” I said, and rolled over to face her. She was sitting Indian style on the other bed, a mostly empty take-out container in front of her and the offending soda cup still in her hand. Without a word, she pointed to a closed take-out container on the nightstand between the beds. I edged into a sitting position and put the container in my lap. She'd brought me a PB&J and french fries. I looked over at her and said, “Really, this is the bes
