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dramatic. She was about to give Scarlett a run for her money.
    I closed the lid of my laptop. “Where are you from, Sam?”
    â€œI’m from Savannah.”
    Well, I suppose I could ask Dylan for Sam’s hat and then he would move on.
    Sam’s focus was on me like a laser beam. “I have a question for you, Cookie.”
    â€œOkay, let’s hear it.” I set my laptop on the small table beside the chair.
    â€œWhere did you get the hat?”
    I jumped up to take my dirty dishes to the kitchen. “I can’t possibly remember where I picked up the hat. I mean, I buy a lot of things and I can’t remember where I get every item.”
    Charlotte stood behind me, mere inches from my ear. “Cookie Chanel, you had better think hard, this is very important.”
    I walked back out of the kitchen with the ghosts and the cat following me. “I know it is important, Charlotte, but I can’t remember. I promise I will do my very best to try to figure it out. But why do you want to know anyway?”
    â€œBecause maybe I will find out who sold my stuff. I never gave them permission to do that,” he said.
    I hated to remind him that he was dead and couldn’t give permission now.
    Charlotte stared at me. “I guess as long as you are willing to try.”
    I knew if I didn’t she would be back to her old tricks of trying to annoy the heck out of me.
    I stopped at my bedroom door. “I will think about it tonight while I sleep.”
    Charlotte frowned. “How can you think about it while you are sleeping?”
    â€œIt clears my mind,” I said.
    Without giving her a chance to say anything else, I closed the door and slipped into my pajamas. After brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bathroom. I jumped and clutched my chest.
    â€œCookie, don’t you care about that man?” Charlotte blurted.
    I weaved around Charlotte. “Of course I care, Charlotte.”
    â€œThen why do you seem so blasé about helping him?” She followed me to my bed.
    I pulled back the covers, fluffed my pillow, and then climbed under the sheets. “I promised I would look into it tomorrow. You are just imagining things because you have the hots for him.”
    She huffed. “I what? I most certainly do not.”
    â€œOh please, it’s as obvious as a billboard out on the interstate.” I tucked the blanket under my chin.
    She stomped over to the door. “We’ll discuss this in the morning.”
    With that she disappeared out the door leaving nothing but a cool breeze. I knew that we would discuss it too. At least now she would be talking to Sam instead of pacing across my bedroom floor. I would finally get much-needed sleep. I was no dummy, though, and I knew that I had to agree to help Sam. I wanted to despite what Charlotte thought. Plus, I wanted to help Melanie. She had helped me by letting me be a part of the fashion show. It was the least that I could do now to help her. Even though I knew that I wanted to help, I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to get the ghosts to leave me alone unless I agreed to look into Melanie’s murder.

Chapter 5
    Cookie’s Savvy Vintage Shopping Tip

    If you love an item, don’t be discouraged
if it doesn’t fit. You can always tailor it.
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    The next morning, I hopped out of bed as if it was on fire. The sun glimmered through the windows making the whole room glow a buttery yellow. As I crossed the room it hit me, why was it so quiet? I’d grown accustomed to Charlotte waking me every morning like a loud and annoying alarm clock. So where was she now? In my bare feet I padded across the hardwood floor and over to the door.
    When I made it to the living room, I found Charlotte and Sam sitting next to each other on the sofa. They were giggling and hadn’t even noticed that I’d entered the room. I cleared my throat. They whipped around and stared at me like a couple of