This meant I would be totally alone, which was notideal. Luthor usually helped me with transportation and greeting guests while I ensured the ceremony itself ran smoothly.
This would have been manageable if it weren’t for Ms. Thompson having an absolute fuckingfitthe whole time because her sister had been invited.
She followed me around as I rushed to greet people and get the hearse ready, constantly chewing me out for not insisting that her sister be barred from the premises.
I did my best to hiss at her under my breath that there was literally nothing I could do about it. Her benefactors were in charge of ensuring her wishes were carried out. I was merely the person who executed those wishes. However, I was the only person who could see or hear her, so I was forced to listen to her complain the entire fucking time.
Finally, when her sister arrived, I quickly learned why Ms. Thompson hated her so much.
God, that woman was awful.
The moment she barrelled into the viewing room, looking around the space for someone to scream at, I caved and fired a text off to Theo.
Ryan:
I hate to ask, but Luthor called in sick, and things are getting out of control. Can you please suit up and lend me a hand? Just handle transport; I’ll do the rest.
Theo:
My face is all fucked up; isn’t that going to look bad if we both look like we came out of a brawl?
Ryan:
I don’t really have a choice here. Ms. Thompson’s sister just showed up, and I think things are about to hit the fan.
Theo:
Alright. Fine. Give me 15. I need to find my suit.
Ryan:
It’s in the mud room; Mom got it dry-cleaned for you last week.
Theo:
*Thumbs up emoji.*
Say what you would about Theo, but she was pretty good when she knew you needed her. She hatedhelping out with stuff like this, but she also knew I would never ask unless it was super urgent.
Feeling slightly better, knowing that help was on the way, I turned to face Ms. Thomspon’s sister just as she barrelled into me.
“Excuse me! Areyouthe funeral director for this absoluteshit showof a service!?” she screeched at me.
“Ma’am, let’s take this conversation into the hall, shall we? This is not the place,” I replied in my most calm and soothing voice. The entire family was staring at us now, and Ms. Thompson’s sister grabbed my arm and shoved her finger in my face angrily.
‘Here we go…’Ms. Thompson’s ghost sighed in my ear.‘I told you not to let her on the property…’
“Don’t you tell me where the right place is to have this discussion! This ismysister’s funeral, and you’refucking it up!”
“Ma’am, please just?—”
Suddenly, all the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and the angry woman was thrown away from me. I blinked at the six-foot-four, black-haired punk that was now standing between me and Ms. Thompson’s sister.
If his height didn’t already make him stick out like a sore thumb, Cal’s insanely inappropriate attire certainly did. His usual black hoodie, shredded black jeans, and scuffed combat boots were so out of place in the sea of guests that my entire body shuddered with the wrongness of it all.
To make matters worse, Ms. Thomson’s ghostscreamedin my ear, and she fled the room just as Cal’s horde of ghouls spilled into the viewing room.
‘Devil boy!’the ghost of Cal’s mother screeched as she barrelled toward me, passing directly through my chest before I could move out of the way.
