Ghost
Under the Golden Moon by Sky Taylor
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"I'm a cheese fanatic,"
Nick confided. "We've got a good five pounds in the back of the truck.
Havarti, edam, mozzarella, farmer's cheese, feta, Colby, cheddar-"
"Feta - isn't that the one
that smells like stinky feet?" Fayne managed as she scooted off of Nick
so they could exit the truck. "I don't like stinky things."
He laughed at her comment, then
elaborated - deciding that talking to her appeared to be keeping her mind off
her imaginative ghost, "Feta is great on salads, and I don't think it makes
a good stand-alone choice, so we'll be leaving the feta alone tonight. There's
also a wide assortment of crackers and breads, too. Some grapes and wine
as well."
"Wine? I-I've never touched
the stuff," Fayne stuttered. "Aaron wouldn't tolerate such. He's a
clergy."
And a quite successful one, Nick
decided as he eyed the shadow of the mangled Italian sports car through the
distance.
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