Bianca abruptly stopped her tantrum and frowned. “Why aren’t you doing what I want you to do?”
“Because you’re acting like an entitled brat. I don’t want to do things for entitled brats.”
“But…but thisalwaysworks. It’s how I got the Porsche even though stupid Teddy complained that it didn’t have any room for the kids. It’s also how I got the Land Rover for the nanny so she could drive the kids around.Andit’s how I got these.” Bianca hefted her unwieldy breasts in her hands.
“I guess it doesn’t work in the hereafter,” Riley said. “Do you know the person who killed you? Maybe you could haunt him?”
“Why would I waste my time haunting a loser?”
“So you did know him?”
“God! Why are you so obsessed with him?” Bianca demanded, picking at a hair extension and plucking the ends of it. “Ohmygod! I’m not going to get to go to Miami for fall break! Death is the worst!”
“Bianca, who did this to you?” Riley decided she was going to demand a medal from Kellen. This was going above and beyond for a psychic civilian consultant.
“I don’t know. Some guy. He was in my closet when I got home from the tanning salon. No, wait, the lash salon. Whatever. He was just standing there, and I was like, ‘Who the hell are you?’ and he was like, ‘Karma.’ And then I was like, ‘Karma? That’s a stupid name.’ And he was like, ‘You haven’t learned anything.’ And then I don’t know what happened. Now I don’t get to go to Miami, and I already bought half of my outfits.”
“Wow. That’s a lot to unpack. Aren’t you a little old for fall break?”
Bianca screamed shrilly. “Don’t say that word!”
“What word? Break?”
“Old!” The busty ghost clamped her hands over her ears. “I’m never getting old! You can’t make me!”
“I don’t think you can get old now that you’re dead,” Riley observed.
That perked up Vision Bianca. “That’s true. Maybe this isn’t all bad. But I still need to go back. I miss everyone there.”
“I’m sure your family misses you too,” Riley lied.
“Ugh. Not them. They’re so basic. My husband is too busy nerding out over whatever he does for a living. My daughter loves carbs—can you imagine? And my son is okay. But the older he gets, the older he makes me look. I miss myfollowers.” Her hair toss stirred a breeze in the vision closet.
Riley was sweating all of the liquid out of her body into a puddle on the closet carpet.
“You want to come back to life because you miss your followers?”
“They’re the ones that get me. They pay attention to me. They ask me about my makeup and clothes. We’re like family.”
“I thought you bought most of your followers and they were fake accounts.”
“Well, yeah, butotherpeople don’t know that. Besides, my fake followers were real where it counts. Flattering me in the comment section.”
“Did you know Titus Strubinger?”
“Gross. That’s a terrible name. No. I don’t or didn’t or whatever.”
“What about GunsNAmmoMurica?”
Bianca shrugged her slim shoulders. Only one of her breasts rose. “You’re boring me.”
“Okay. How about RealBarbie?”
“Uh, duh. That’s me.”
“You’re RealBarbie?” Riley clarified.
“Are you stupid, or does being so unattractive make you hard of hearing?”
