“Goddess bless you.”
Roz tipped her head, and the furrow between her brows deepened.
“Okay, he said there’s a loofah, a purple washcloth, and a set of bath products in red bottles behind your shower curtain. He seems to be allergic to them.”
“Not really, but I was allergic to all kinds of stuff when I was alive. Sneezing is just a force of habit I guess.”
Konrad rose. “Roz? Morgaine? Do you want to check his information?”
“No, it sounds pretty accurate,” Roz said. “You two can look if you want to.”
Konrad smiled. “I’ll admit, I’m curious. You wouldn’t mind?”
“Be my guest.”
Morgaine stayed seated. “I’ll wait here just in case there’s other stuff in there he can describe.”
Roz shrugged. “No need to. I’m satisfied that you’re really communicating with a…a—”
“Spirit,” Morgaine supplied.
Roz shivered.
Konrad rejoined them. “Well, I’ll be damned. It’s exactly like he said.” Then he strolled over to Roz and bumped her playfully. “No wonder you smell like cinnamon, spice, and everything nice. That’s the fragrance in those bottles.”
Roz rolled her eyes. “Okay, buddy. I’ve been embarrassed enough for one day.” She turned to Morgaine. “You said you’re a medium. Can Chad speak through you?”
“Yes, we’ve done it. Neither of us likes it very much, but he might be willing to give you a quick demonstration.”
“I’d like to see it,” she said.
“Chad, are you okay with that?”
“Ugh. If I must. You have no idea how disgusting it is to push myself down through your gray matter so I can use your brain, lungs, and vocal cords.”
“It’s no picnic for me either.”
“Although it might be fun to say things you can’t censor…like the juicy sex scene she was reading last night.”
Morgaine sighed. “Chad, behave yourself. We don’t need to hear about Roz’s reading material.”
“You know what?” Roz said. “I don’t really need to hear him speak. If I go to the museum with you, I’ll hear the other ghost talk through you, right?”
Morgaine smiled. “You’re a wise woman.”
Chapter 5
Roz and Konrad waited in line outside the museum while Morgaine was up in the parlor preparing Reginald for another visitor.
Roz stroked Konrad’s back. “Why can’t you come with me?”
“I really think it’s better if I wait downstairs,” Konrad said. “I kind of ticked him off. You’ll be fine, though.”
“What did you do?”
“Oh, nothing. He’s a bit…I’m not sure how to put it. He has a superior attitude and gets touchy if you try to prove you’re his equal?”
“Insecure?”
