Becky was manning the front desk when we arrived at the B&B, and immediately frowned at my reddened and swollen face. Phil was still a little shaky, and I wasn"t sure he could come up with an excuse for our condition. I had to think fast. Ushering Phil up the stairs, I walked over to Becky and smiled.
“What happened? Are you all right?” she asked with sincere concern.
“Yeah, we were walking back from the newspaper office and I wasn"t paying attention. I stepped off the curb, lost my balance, and landed on my face.” I did my best to look embarrassed, and like the night before, the lie went down beautifully.
“Let me get you an icepack.” She peered at me a little closer. “That is going to be pretty bad within the hour.”
“Thanks, Becky; it"ll be fine, though.” And it would be. Ghost killer
