“How did you get the ghosts of that rock band to play for us? They looked like they would rather beat us to death with their instruments than entertain us.” I chuckled wiping my hands off on the napkin Colt packed in the overloaded perfectly pack picnic basket.
Colt chuckled rolling onto his side to stare at me. He had finished eating before me but in doing so I learned he doesn’t breathe when he eats nor does he chew any of the food. At least of this whole circle thing happens we wouldn’t ever have leftovers. I hate those.
“It wasn’t a big deal. When dealing with the dead a lot of them can seem grumpy but they just hate being disturbed but those guys enjoyed playing together again.” He poked my side before noticing where my eyes were staring. “Hey, quit staring at my sock. I couldn’t fi
