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in her sleeping life.
    Maybe it was because Skylar’s passing had left her an only child. Afterward, her mother had tied the apron strings so tightly Delaney felt as if all the personality had been strangled out of her. Maybe dreaming of her outrageous sister was an avenue into her own subconscious. A way to express the feelings she’d learned to suppress.
    Tonight, for some inexplicable reason, her sister wore roller skates, purple short-shorts, and a silver-sequined top hat. Other than the bizarre outfit, she looked exactly as she’d looked the last time Delaney had seen her—blond, beautiful, and sweet sixteen.
    Skylar perched on the curvy footboard of Delaney’s sleigh bed, enthusiastically chewing a persimmon.
    “Who eats persimmons?” Delaney asked.
    “I do.”
    “Of course you do.”
    “Persimmons are like me. Unique. If you were a fruit, Laney, you’d be an apple. Dependable, granted, but boring as hell.”
    “Watch what you’re doing. You’re dripping juice all over my new Ralph Lauren comforter.”
    Skylar rolled her eyes. “See? What’d I tell you? Boring. Go ahead and bitch all you want; you can’t fool me. I know what you’ve been up to.”
    “I haven’t been up to anything except protecting my expensive bedding from a persimmon-sucking ghost.”
    “Low blow, baby sis. But I am glad to see you’re showing some spunk. Bravo,” Skylar said. “However, insults aren’t going to distract me from what you’re hiding under the bed.”
    It was true. Delaney didn’t want her sister poking fun at the wedding veil.
    “Come on, pull it out. I know it’s there. You might as well let me see it.”
    She sighed, knowing Skylar would pester her until she either showed her the veil or she woke up. “It’s no big deal, just a wedding veil.”
    “Hmm, the plot thickens,” Skylar mused. “What are you going to do about the veil that you’ve already got hanging in your closet? Remember that one? The veil Mother picked out for you.”
    “You’re just trying to start trouble.”
    “But of course. Everybody knows stirring up trouble is what I do best.” Skylar polished off the persimmon and chucked the remains in the trash can.
    “I didn’t know ghosts could eat,” Delaney said, trying to deflect Skylar’s attention.
    “Technically, I’m not a ghost. Rather, I’m a figment of your dream imagination. You could send me packing if you really wanted to, but honestly your life would be pretty damn dull without me. So quit arguing and produce the veil.” Skylar made “gimme” motions with her fingers.
    Delaney flipped her head over the side of the bed and grappled underneath the bed skirt until she found the sack. She slipped it out, sat up, and cautiously handed her the sack. “Be careful with it.”
    Skylar peeked inside and whistled. “Holy shit, that’s an awesome veil.”
    “I know.” Her sister’s approval meant a lot. Delaney felt eight years old again, full of wistful longing to be glamorous and grown-up. Hanging around Skylar’s vanity, watching her apply makeup and change outfits as she got ready for a date.
    “And I see that you found the veil at a consignment shop.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Mom’s never going to let you wear it.”
    “I’m aware of that.”
    “You could fight her on this. Oops, oh, wait, I forgot. You’re so into being the perfect daughter, you could never buck the flawless Honey Montgomery Cartwright.”
    “No need to get unpleasant.” Delaney snatched the wedding veil away from Skylar and folded it back into the sack.
    “Ah, perfect little princess. Lucky for me I died when I did. I would never have heard the end of how perfect you are, and how perfect I am not.”
    Skylar’s comment shot her full of anger. Delaney remembered the raw horror and agonizing grief she’d experienced over her sister’s death. Nostrils flaring, hands knotted into fists, she faced off with her. “No, it was not lucky! It was terrible the way you died.”
    “Okay, sorry.