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Myla
After hours of speaking the same stuff over and over, particular words stick in brain.
Nice to meet you. Show me your shoulder. Say cheese. Next!
There were ghouls.
So many ghouls.
But none of them with marks.
Ugh.
I’m half asleep as I limp out of my limo and back into my parents’ house. That was a lot of pictures with ghouls. And since most undeadlies have the latest technology, it was a lot of selfies with ghouls.
Yes, ghouls all have fancy hand held devices.
Meanwhile, Purgatory doesn’t even have cable.
I’m so glad I kicked those undeadlies out.
Speaking of phones, I haul my ass to the kitchen, pick up the receiver from the wall, and rotary dial Cissy’s office. She picks up on the first ring.
“Hey, Myla.”
“Hi, girlfriend.” I always check in after a big event.
“You
