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“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll be fine in a couple weeks.”
     
    “Oh Malcom, you sure do have a way of making a girl feel better,” I said wryly.
     
    Tammy thoughtfully pulled my shirt back into place for me. “So how are you today?”
     
    “Um, good I guess.” I paused for a second as I thought out my next words. “My mom got an interesting phone call just when I was walking out the door. That’s why I almost missed the bus. Mom was trying to decide if I should stay on home or come in for a half day.”
     
    “Girl, I would’ve kept my tail home if I was you.”
     
    “Me too,” added Tammy.
     
    “I just don’t want to get too far behind in Math and English. That’d be a bitch.”
     
    Malcolm rolled his eyes super slow for show and mumbled something about smarty pants, beta clubbers or something.
     
    I leaned over toward him. “Hmmm? Say something? Couldn’t quite make ya out.” We laughed.
     
    “So, who called?” asked Tammy.
     
    “Oh, man. I can’t remember his name. Some lawyer from outside Chapel Hill. Said he was calling about making arrangements for settling Granny’s will.”
     
    “That’s not too weird. I mean you had to expect she had some sort of will or last requests or whatever.”
     
    “Yeah, I know, it’s just, well,” I paused, “he said I’d have to be there. I don’t see why really. I expect most everything will be split between Mom and her brother. If they can find him that is.”
     
    “When’s the last time you saw that scoundrel?” asked Malcolm. He knew what was down with my Uncle Jim.
     
    “Like 10 years or something. I wasn’t older than seven, that’s for sure,” I looked over at Tammy, and for her benefit told the story. “I’m pretty sure it was the summer before you moved to Settler’s Cross. Anyway, he ran off with our TV and Granny’s heirloom sterling cutlery. Drug money, apparently.” I gently punched the seat in front of me. “Good thing he didn’t come back too. I would’ve given him hell. It took Granny and Mom a whole month to save enough money for a new TV.” That was back in the day when my mom and I still lived with Granny; what I liked to call BBS, “before Bobby’s shit.”
     
    “Anyhow, I reckon if Uncle Jim’s anywhere round, he’ll show his ugly mug if he thinks there’s any money to be had.”
     
    “You mean nobody even contacted him to let him know his mom died?”
     
    “Can’t. Nobody knows where he is. Heard not even a hair about him since he pulled all that back in the day.” I nodded. “Ya know though, he’d be the one watching the obituaries for years, just waiting.”
     
    “So, what time you heading out?” Tammy asked as we gathered up our belongings, the bus turning into the school drive.
     
    “Lunchtime. Mom’s picking me up.”
     
    After making our way down the stairs, Tammy pulled me over to the side. “So, how about you come over to my house tonight so we can talk?”
     
    “I don’t know Tammy…”
     
    Tammy took a look around and in a whispered hiss continued her tirade. “Listen, if your granny has unfinished business, she might not be able to cross over. You don’t want her doomed to an eternity of restless wondering, do you?”
     
    “Tammy, you’ve been watching too many ghost hunting shows,” I said, leveling my gaze at her. “Besides how am I going to get over there? How much longer are you grounded from driving, again?”
     
    “Oh, I think I got another week before I get my car back. Ask your mom to drop you off after you get back from that lawyer’s.” I started to walk off, sighing deeply.
     
    “I’ll be waiting,” Tammy called out after me.
     
    I threw my hand up in a nice gesture to reply. I knew she wouldn’t take it to heart.
     

 
    Chapter 6
     

     
    The Pillsbury doughboy . I nodded to myself ever so slightly. Yep, that was it. If the Pillsbury doughboy had a grandfather, this was the guy. I’d been wracking my brain, listening to the drone of