Make the Ghost of It (Witch Woods Funeral Home Book 3): (Ghost Cozy Mystery series) by Morgana Best Page B
Authors: Morgana Best
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said, swinging the folder around so they could both see it.
“That will do fine,” Norbert said. He barely even looked at the folder. Violet nodded her agreement. She fiddled with the straps of her designer purse.
At that point, Lewis appeared at the side of my desk. Norbert and Violet followed my gaze. No matter—they would never suspect that I was looking at a ghost.
Lewis pointed to Norbert. “He did it! He stole my fiancée, and he murdered me!”
At that very moment, my landline rang. Norbert and Violet stood up. “Please sit down,” I said. “I’ll speak with whoever it is later.”
Norbert appeared pleased to have an excuse to leave. “That’s okay. We have to be going, anyway. We’ll show ourselves out.”
They both hurried out the door, and I answered the phone. It was a lady wanting to book a themed funeral.
“Yes, Tuesday is fine,” I said, after I heard all her requirements. “Yes, Pastor Green definitely won’t have a problem with doing a Wizard of Oz funeral. As I’m sure you know, we are known for our celebrity and themed funerals.”
“Yes,” the lady on the other end of the phone said. “I saw the article about you when you did the KISS funeral. I looked up your website, and then realized you were the ideal funeral home to do the Wizard of Oz funeral.”
I scrawled notes on a piece of paper, on which I had written, ‘Wizard of Oz,’ and then underlined it three times. Under that I wrote the names of all the Wizard of Oz characters. Pastor Green was now in the habit of dressing up for the celebrity and themed funerals, and sometimes he asked my advice as to how he should dress.
I thought I heard a noise outside my office door at that point, but dismissed it. I called Janet to give her the good news that we were doing a Wizard of Oz funeral. Janet loved the themed funerals.
Just then I heard another sound at the door, and crept over to it. I flung it open, and there was my mother, hiding on the other side of the door.
“Were you listening in to what I was saying?” I asked her.
“How dare you, Laurel!” she snapped at me. “I just came to see how you were, and I saw those people leave. My only daughter, saying such a terrible thing about me! How could you? I’m happy that you’ve booked another funeral. I’m happy for you.”
I ran my hands through my hair. “Mom, you really have to stop being verbally abusive toward me. You should show me some support for once. All you ever do is complain about me. I know you’re upset that Dad left the business to me, but instead of trying to help me, all you’ve done is make snide little remarks to me the whole time.” I crossed my arms over my chest, expecting Mom to go into one of her rages.
Instead, a calculating look passed over her face. “I’m very hurt, Laurel,” she said in the voice that she always used to gain sympathy.
“That voice won’t work on me, Mom. You forget who you’re talking to.”
Mom narrowed her eyes. “I will be supportive, Laurel. You’ll be surprised at just how supportive I’ll be!”
I realized she had taken my words as a challenge. Oh well, how bad could it be if she went over the top in being supportive? Surely that could only be a good thing.
I left abruptly, fearful I would say something rude. I went outside to see Basil’s sheep, as I always did when I needed to relax. It was good to be in the fresh air, with nature, and to be with sheep that were always nice to me, no matter what. It was only when I reached their fence that I realized I hadn’t locked my office. At any rate, it was too late now. If Mom was going to snoop, then she would have already gotten any information that was available.
Chapter 9
By the following morning, I was quite stressed. I was in that awkward time with Basil when we weren’t actually a couple, but we were almost a couple. Things would have gone more smoothly if Lewis hadn’t been murdered in that in-between time. And I had been unable
“That will do fine,” Norbert said. He barely even looked at the folder. Violet nodded her agreement. She fiddled with the straps of her designer purse.
At that point, Lewis appeared at the side of my desk. Norbert and Violet followed my gaze. No matter—they would never suspect that I was looking at a ghost.
Lewis pointed to Norbert. “He did it! He stole my fiancée, and he murdered me!”
At that very moment, my landline rang. Norbert and Violet stood up. “Please sit down,” I said. “I’ll speak with whoever it is later.”
Norbert appeared pleased to have an excuse to leave. “That’s okay. We have to be going, anyway. We’ll show ourselves out.”
They both hurried out the door, and I answered the phone. It was a lady wanting to book a themed funeral.
“Yes, Tuesday is fine,” I said, after I heard all her requirements. “Yes, Pastor Green definitely won’t have a problem with doing a Wizard of Oz funeral. As I’m sure you know, we are known for our celebrity and themed funerals.”
“Yes,” the lady on the other end of the phone said. “I saw the article about you when you did the KISS funeral. I looked up your website, and then realized you were the ideal funeral home to do the Wizard of Oz funeral.”
I scrawled notes on a piece of paper, on which I had written, ‘Wizard of Oz,’ and then underlined it three times. Under that I wrote the names of all the Wizard of Oz characters. Pastor Green was now in the habit of dressing up for the celebrity and themed funerals, and sometimes he asked my advice as to how he should dress.
I thought I heard a noise outside my office door at that point, but dismissed it. I called Janet to give her the good news that we were doing a Wizard of Oz funeral. Janet loved the themed funerals.
Just then I heard another sound at the door, and crept over to it. I flung it open, and there was my mother, hiding on the other side of the door.
“Were you listening in to what I was saying?” I asked her.
“How dare you, Laurel!” she snapped at me. “I just came to see how you were, and I saw those people leave. My only daughter, saying such a terrible thing about me! How could you? I’m happy that you’ve booked another funeral. I’m happy for you.”
I ran my hands through my hair. “Mom, you really have to stop being verbally abusive toward me. You should show me some support for once. All you ever do is complain about me. I know you’re upset that Dad left the business to me, but instead of trying to help me, all you’ve done is make snide little remarks to me the whole time.” I crossed my arms over my chest, expecting Mom to go into one of her rages.
Instead, a calculating look passed over her face. “I’m very hurt, Laurel,” she said in the voice that she always used to gain sympathy.
“That voice won’t work on me, Mom. You forget who you’re talking to.”
Mom narrowed her eyes. “I will be supportive, Laurel. You’ll be surprised at just how supportive I’ll be!”
I realized she had taken my words as a challenge. Oh well, how bad could it be if she went over the top in being supportive? Surely that could only be a good thing.
I left abruptly, fearful I would say something rude. I went outside to see Basil’s sheep, as I always did when I needed to relax. It was good to be in the fresh air, with nature, and to be with sheep that were always nice to me, no matter what. It was only when I reached their fence that I realized I hadn’t locked my office. At any rate, it was too late now. If Mom was going to snoop, then she would have already gotten any information that was available.
Chapter 9
By the following morning, I was quite stressed. I was in that awkward time with Basil when we weren’t actually a couple, but we were almost a couple. Things would have gone more smoothly if Lewis hadn’t been murdered in that in-between time. And I had been unable
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