The Spirit Who Loved Me: Spirit Whispers Book One Read Online Free PDF

not knowing where to begin, not knowing if I could even trust Tammy with this. What if she thought I was crazy, like lock you up and throw away the key kinda crazy? What if I lost her?
     
    She walked the few steps from the door and got right up in my face. “This is the way I see it,” her voice still a whisper. “Your grandmother is obviously trying to make contact from the grave. I saw those flowers moving, and you did too. And I could tell by the look on your face that this isn’t the first time she’s reached out to you.”
     
    Before I could even say, “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation,” someone was knocking at the door. “Oh, thank God,” I said.
     
    Tammy swatted my arm. “I’m just trying to help you, Kris, but this conversation isn’t over,” she added in a huff, unlocking the door. “Oh, Mrs. Smith, I’m so sorry,” Tammy explained, smooth as can be. “I just came in here to help Krystal collect herself, she’s just beside herself, losing her grandmother and all. I must have accidentally locked the door behind us. Oh, my, you look so lovely in that hounds tooth suit.”
     
    Tammy’s flattery of the preacher’s wife did the trick, and Mrs. Smith didn’t even bat an eye. No wonder where Tara got it from. Not to be cliché, but apparently the apple doesn’t fall far from the proverbial tree.
     
    “She’s so full of herself,” I said as soon we were out of ear shot. “And apparently, so am I, full of clichés, I mean.”
     
    “What the heck?” Tara grinned, shaking her head, and I tapped mine with my index finger.
     
    “If you only knew the cliché madness going on in this thing.”
     
    “Girl, you crazy.”
     
    “Tell me something I don’t know. Now, let’s get something to eat.”
     

 
    Chapter 5
     

     
    The sunlight outside was blinding, I shaded my eyes and checked my watch. Oh, hell, I was going to have to really hustle to make it to the bus stop in time. I forced myself into a sprint. My backpack, which I swear was getting heavier by the day, bounced and banged into me, and I cursed all the while. Why did our driveway have to be so damn long anyway? When I was maybe a hundred yards away from the road, I saw the yellow beast rounding the corner, so I frantically started waving my arms.
     
    “I’m coming, I’m coming!!!”
     
    The bus slowed to a stop, the doors squeaking loudly open. Ever hear of WD40, people?
     
    I huffed and puffed up the stairs, the bus driver, laughing at me, “Late start today, Miss Krystal?” I tried not to stare at her mouth as she talked, she was missing quite a few pearly whites. But she was a nice lady, so I smiled back at her.
     
    “Yes, ma’am, I sure did.” I answered as I started to walk down the skinny aisle.
     
    “So sorry to hear ‘bout your grandma,” the driver called out over the roar of the engine. “Ya’ll doing alright?”
     
    “Oh, I miss her already. But, yeah, we’re doing okay,” I answered as I collapsed into a seat next to Tammy. Malcolm was sitting in the seat across the aisle.
     
    “So, what the hell happened to you this morning?” The last part she whispered in a hushed tone.
     
    “Just give me a minute,” my words coming in between breaths. “I had to run the whole way down the driveway.”
     
    Malcolm whistled. “Girl,” he said, dragging it out. “That’s impressive.” And it was too. Our driveway was almost a whole mile long. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, more like three fourths of a mile, but still, that’s long enough.
     
    “And with your backpack too.” He added and reached over to lift it up. “Dang, bet that’s thirty pounds.”
     
    “Believe me, my back is killing me.” I leaned forward, resting my forehead on the back of the seat in front of us and raised the hem of my top to expose my lower back. “Tammy, how does it look?”
     
    “Um. Not good.”
     
    I groaned. “I don’t even want to know.”
     
    Malcom reached over and patted my arm.