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We slid into our seats and I set my food on my lap. The warm plate was a comfort to me, as was the food as I munched while Orion drove us through town. We cruised past Troy’s motel and out into the country. The forest was dotted with a few small farmhouses on their five acres of gardens and ancient orchards. Hills rose from the forest like warts on a witches nose and showed off their ample supply of lumber.
“So where are we going?” I asked through a mouthful of chips.
“To the cemetery.”
I choked on said chips. “Going where?”
“To Apple Hollow Cemetery,” he repeated.
I swallowed a chunk of chips and frowned. “Don’t you think we’ve had enough fun with dead people for one really long night?”
He showed off his crooked grin. “Let’s just say you’re getting the first-class tour of
