Chapter 28:
How Not to Be a Medium
"Fruit dessert," the excited ghost replied without taking his eyes off the screen.
"Who are you rooting for?"
"This one here." His favorite, a middle-aged woman, just showed up on the screen. "She does not plan like others, her pastries are aesthetic, nice, and tasty. She hasn't won any challenge yet but is always in the lead. I suspect this self-centered bastard will win today anyway." This time he pointed at some youngster with a smirk, as if he was sure of victory. "He's jury's pupil," he muttered dissatisfied. "But the one with the colored hair might be a dark horse..."
He made a focused face, mumbling to himself as he analyzed the suggestions that the participants in the culinary competitions presented. I kissed the top of his head, he looked at me surprised but smiled happily. All such romantic, unexpected gestures came more from him, but sometimes I felt like he didn't show enough of how much he meant to me.
"Then you tell me who won. After this episode, go call Zoey for dinner," I said as I left the room.
Half an hour later I was waiting in the kitchen with the table set. Zoey once suggested that we should add a third chair and an empty plate for Tristan anyway when the three of us were eating. My boyfriend was always hanging around, but he was grateful for that, he liked to pretend he was eating with us. Then I confessed to my friend that I was mad that I hadn't thought of it myself. The ghost came first and sat down at the table with an uneasy expression.
"Zoey was on the phone with someone and she was acting weird," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously. "She giggled." His tone was deadly serious. "She always has a cute or loud laugh, but never giggles."
"That's right," I told him. “I don't remember it happening to her, even when we were teenagers. She's probably talking to her new boyfriend." I shrugged but Tristan looked concerned. "What's the problem? Are you worried about her?"
"I'll take a very good look at him."
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