âAs if you would ever get on my nerves, Hal.â She chuckled, her head shaking toward his direction as they walked. Ăpine was sure that even if he did get on her nerves, there would be enough of her to reserve patience in his regard. It was others who had to walk on egg shells if her mood decided to go south.Â
â--No, I figured you were busy with your work. If you were in any trouble, Iâm sure I would have gotten a little itch in the back of my mind that would make me pursue you to assure you were fine.â And there wouldnât be a soul that would get away alive if they touched a hair on his head. Ăpine had very little to call family, and she wasnât about to have anyone take Hal away from her. âI know what is written and not written by you, little brother. I can also tell who is still relying on their computerâs spell check.âÂ
The graveyard was hardly something she was fond of. But, it was one day out of the entire year that she came here to visit, and she couldnât turn around now. Not with Halâs hand outward to gesture for her to move first. âDonât go running away now, Hal. Iâm sure the ghosts arenât out to play right now.âÂ