Unfinished Business An Angela Panther Novel (A Chick-lit Paranormal book) (The Angela Panther Series) Read Online Free PDF

of a territory battle beginning.
    “If no one bickers, we’ll stop at the Dairy Queen just outside of the city, otherwise it’ll be somewhere in Kentucky,” I wasn't opposed to blackmailing them into behaving.
    A few minutes later Em connected her ears to her iPod and pretended we didn’t exist, while Josh connected to the portable DVD and watched Space Balls for the millionth time. Jake and I listened to the new Harlan Coben book on CD and chatted.
    An hour later, we were through the city and Emily reminded me of my promise. “Hey, Mom. We’re out of the city.”
    “Yeah, I know, but it’s only eight thirty a.m. Dairy Queen isn’t even open yet.”
    “But you said if we behaved, we could have it once we were out of the city,” Josh complained.
    Will kids ever understand not everything is literal?
    “I know, honey, but we can’t go if they’re not open.”
    I didn’t need eyes in the back of my head to know that Emily rolled her eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, Emily.”
    “I’m not.”
    “Yes, she was, Mama."
    “Was not. You’re not even looking at me so how would you know anyway?”
    “Was too.”
    “Was not.”
    “Stop it,” Jake said, “or we won’t stop at DQ when it is open.”
    “But Mama promised,” Josh whined.
    “Well, your mother isn’t driving.”
    “Listen, we’ll go to Dairy Queen as soon as we find one that’s open, but if you two keep this up, your dad isn’t going to stop anywhere, and I’m going to have to pee soon, so knock it off, please,” I lacked patience.
    They both grunted a little and then went back to their respective electronics.
    Miraculously the kids made it through the next few hours without incident, and we rewarded them with their favorite Dairy Queen Blizzards, M&M. Jake and I both got dip cones, and headed back onto the highway.
    The problem with DQ on a road trip was the inevitable sugar rush, which then seemed to start the always annoying, she’s touching me, no he’s touching me fight between the kids, so my guard was already up when Josh started kicking my seat. I turned around, ready to give him my evil mom stare warning, when out of the blue he said, “Oh Mama, I forgot to tell you, Grandma said she doesn’t want Uncle John screwing up burying her in Chicago.” He stuffed more Blizzard into his mouth.
    Um.
    “Josh, did you dream about Grandma?” I asked.
    He put his finger up to say, hold on, and finished chewing his frozen M&Ms. Clearly he got his good manners from me. “Nope.” He stuffed another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.
    “It was a dream, buddy,” Jake interjected.
    “Josh, when did Grandma tell you this?” I asked.
    “Last night.", It sounded more like laff niff with a mouth full of ice cream. I guess he got his manners from Jake, after all.
    I glanced at Emily, who was listening to her iPod, oblivious to the conversation.
    Thank you, God .
    Jake took the last part of his cone and stuffed it in his mouth. Chewing, he said, “Josh, dude. It was a dream. Grandma told you that before she died and you either remembered last night or you dreamed it.”
    Of course Jake didn’t even consider the possibility that Josh actually did see my mother. Why would he anyway? It wasn’t like ghosts frequented our house or that I’d even approached the subject of my visits with Ma since she died.
    Josh is a smart ten-year-old, and I didn’t doubt for a second that he saw his grandmother. “Jake, wait." Then I turned my attention to Josh. “Josh, tell us what Grandma said exactly and where you were when she said it.”
    “I wasn’t sleeping, so it wasn’t a dream." I was playing with my Legos and Grandma floated in through my door. She watched me play for a little while, and we talked about the new Star Wars Lego set I want, and then she told me to tell you she heard John said something at Starbucks about not burying her in Chicago, and she said I needed to tell you to make sure he didn’t mess it up or something like