Brownie Oxford and the Seabridge Surprise: Brownie Book 4

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en took my potato of choice to the sink and picked up the small scrub brush. The handle was shaped like a small potato, albeit with a smiley

church moved to a new location, the cemetery was moved and the land sold. Whoever was in charge of the moving, decided only to bother with the above

ps

lls were like mine. He was able to call the spirits of the dead and converse with them. Should the need arise, the bodies of

he no longer

The skill was useful to me when I needed to look like a dog accidentally unearthed a body so it could be foun

s not my perf

ther. The flea market being built on top of their land let them observe everyday folks and listen into conversations, even if they couldn't interact with the living. De

om many of my past convers

ve anyone scandalized

at the living happened to say in their hearing. While this kept them entertained and let the

questions related to more recent matters. It was part of the reason that I was watching more of the local and national news on a regular basis as well as taking the local newspaper. The informa

abilities started calling to the dead without me directing it. As I was currently avoiding cemeteries this shouldn't have been a problem. However, located in the back parking lot of my apartment building was a small stand of trees surrounding

y, h

ng the dead, I was treated to images taken

pecific memory, '

rting to take off some of the skin. I set my little scrub brush to the si

ir dinner table. While they dined, a man I knew only as pork chop man came in and killed them all. The younger daughter, Emily, was

I forgot to put holes in the potato I heard a muffled thump and, when I c

ory of fashion class and my time in the library, particularly the old microfilm archives, would be more easily explained. I picked up my

I realized I was more venting my temp

t explode on me, " I sai

k to the Matheson family and their training. Once a week, I visited the flea market, searching the offerings at the various stalls while I conversed with the vario

headaches I usually felt after lowering them again, were fading so that now I only felt a minor twinge for a few

ato. The oven dinged letting me know the proper temperature was reached and I moved m

to some sort of beast, the memory of which still gave me nightmares. I asked about the symbols carved on the bo

ers were no

answers weren't

e same thing about the symbols. As both were used by Searchers trying to find me, it wasn't exactly a revelation.

ve any abilities, " John said. "They won't both

on, and I needed the residents to expel my excess energy, so pushing him was not an option. I couldn't just demand he tell me. I was going to have to come up with a good argument if I had any hope of convincing him, and even then I

o myself as I left the kitchen

lectronic bug slipped into my coat, but as both Swift, in his guise as retired federal agent Mike Johnson and my other new neighbo

ore regularly set hours. They left the apartment building a little before eight in the morning and got home a little after six in the evening. This semester I had one set of ea

ng the day, ' I thought as I settled myself with my French homew

y studies. I doubted my travels would take me anywhere I would actually need to use it. As a result, I put enou

t communication, but they would be possibly be recording it for later study, the embarrassment forced

ave conversations with locals about finding the library, " I mutt

but those were the things I was definitely certain I could find. I began copying out the vocabulary words for my next lesson, sayi

eone sitting in either Steve or Swift's apartments or in some non-descript van down the street, as was the case in most of the police dramas I saw on television, but t

" I said. I looked b

all eat one ora

" I corrected. "There we

I wasn't expecting anyone, I set my homework aside an

g in the hall and not one of my neighbors. Relief

as the door swung open. Ricky, known on the club scen

said as I stepped a

after he removed his stage makeup. In his hand he held a garment bag. As the garment bag made so many trips from my apartm

ng foolish again has he?" I

ounger boyfriend convince him that Ricky was too old to draw a crowd. The result was a

doing some renovation work. Apparently we were connected by more than a street address and a party wall. End result, no water or power s

my couch and glanced at my text book. "Bonnie,

used to hearing myself referred to as Bonnie. I walked over to the kitchen table a

d my building's parking lot I held the bag of my most recent purchases over my head as I sprinted for the door. While I hoped I looked as though I was worried about my hair and make-up, I was more worried about the rain t

re you p

hat it was now warm enough for people to sit outside without freezing half to death before the closing c

se scheduled?"

a plan everyone scattered. I was invi

meet people, " Ricky said

ted through his roommate. I learned very early any party he attended was likely to end in me driving several very drunk and often only semi-consci

ited to a glass or two of wine or

lthough you should still work on

archival assistant. Not only was he fairly attractive, but letting Ricky think I

" Ricky said fluttering his

of my clients, I thought I might want to look into more historic-esque pieces in case I got more requests f

nds me." He dug into one of his pockets and came up with a

lly crop important portions of the item I was photographing out, I desperately needed someone else to photograph my creations if I wanted the

ky said. "Now, ba

, since they have all these old magazines and newspapers and things. I could look at them and maybe sketch out

Ricky p

d him. "I thought he

"Have I taught you

You haven't. Isn't that

ur heart is pure, and they don't call t

e to work on my own stuff to g

icky added. He

ly flirt, "

"You can go Monday

" I st

Someone else could snatch h

ing someone now,

And if he is, then we can scratch him o

owing he would not relent. "I can at least get some

aught scoping out the archivist would be a bit more embarrassing t

sketch book, " I adde

rying my sketch book. He hurled it at the attackers, knocking one off balance and causing the other to slip in the wet grass. It helped prevent the assault, but was forgotten unti

d. "So should I leave you to your h