Chronicles Of The Keeper - Summon The Keeper Part 82

"Your father says that you should try to convince Jacques to pa.s.s over. He says it isn't healthy for a spirit to be hanging about on the physical plane and that the links between worlds are weak over the next twenty-four hours. He says..." She paused and turned her mouth from the receiver. "Do you want to talk to her, Norman?" This second sigh held a different timbre. "Your father, who seems to think I have nothing better to do than pa.s.s on his commentary, says Jacques' presence could call other spirits and that you'd best ward against it unless you want to house a whole company of ghosts."

"Tell Dad that Jacques has been haunting this place for over seventy years and that hasn't happened yet. Tell him it's probably because of the nature of the site, ghosts don't want to be near it."

"Do you want to talk to him?"

"No, you can tell him. I'd better go now. Mom." Leaning out over the counter, she peered down the hall toward the dining room but couldn't see anything. "Dean and Austin are alone together in the kitchen."

"Is that a problem?"

"It could be. The geriatric kibble has been disappearing, but I don't think Austin's been eating it. I want to catch them in the act."

"Do you think they're destroying it?"

"No. Dean would never waste food."

"Surely you don't think he's eating it."

"No, but he does do all the cooking..." After final good-byes, Claire ducked under the counter and headed for the back of the building. Rounding the corner into the kitchen, she stopped short. "What are you doing?"

Dropping a handful of pumpkin innards into a colander. Dean looked up and smiled. "We forgot to get one on Sat.u.r.day so I went to the market this morning."

"You're carving a jack-o'-lantern? Have you forgotten what's in the bas.e.m.e.nt?"

"No, but..."

"Do you really think that, under the circ.u.mstances, it's a good idea to attract children to the door?"

His face fell. His shoulders slumped. "I guess not. But what'll we do with all the candy?"

"What candy?"

"All those bags of little chocolate bars and stuff we bought on Sat.u.r.day."

"There's two bags less than there were," Austin pointed out from his sunny spot on the dining room table.

"Two bags?" Dean stared aghast at Claire who glared at the cat.

"Tattletale." a.s.suming there'd be no little visitors to the door, she'd also a.s.sumed the candy was for home consumption and acted accordingly. All right; perhaps a bit more than accordingly.

Sighing deeply, Dean stroked his hands down the sides of the pumpkin, fingers lingering over the dark orange curves. "U suppose U could do some baking. If I want to see the kids' costumes, I guess I can go to Karen's place tonight."

It was honest disappointment in his voice. He wasn't trying to manipulate her-regardless of how she might be responding. Claire couldn't decide if that was part of his charm or really, really irritating. "All right. I guess one jack-o'-lantern and a few candies can't hurt."

"Depends on how they're inserted," Austin observed.

"So you're what they call a Keeper these days." Her mother's image in the mirror folded her arms over her chest. "Put the boy in danger just because you can't bear to say no to him." Red eyes narrowed. "I certainly hope you're not feeling guilty for continually saying no to him on other fronts."

Claire finished brushing her teeth and spit. "What other fronts?"

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed his raging desires? His burning pa.s.sion that only you can quench."

"Did you just acquire another romance writer?"

"Go ahead, scoff. It's no skin off my nose..." Skin disappeared off the entire face. "... if you break his heart."

"Oh, give it up, I am not breaking his heart." Dropping her toothbrush on the counter, Claire stomped from the bathroom.

The image lingered. "A mother knows," it said with a lipless smile.

"Is it that you want me to be gone?" Jacques demanded, his edges flickering in and out of focus. "I thought you were happy to have me here, with you."

Claire hadn't intended to hurt the ghost's feelings, but since feelings were pretty much all he was, she supposed it was inevitable. "All I said was that if you want to cross over, tonight would be a good night to go. The barriers between the physical world and the spiritual will be thin and... Austin!"

He looked up and drew his front leg back out of the rubber plant's green plastic pot. "What?"

"You know what."

"You'd think," he muttered, stalking from the sitting room, his tail a defiant flag flicking back and forth, "that after seventeen years she'd trust me. Use a flowerpot just once and you're branded for all nine lives."

When the cat's monologue of ill-usage faded, Claire turned her attention back to Jacques. "You're stalled here," she reminded him, "halfway between two worlds and, someday, you'll have to move on."

"Someday," he repeated, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. "If I, as you say, move on, will you miss me, cherie?"

"You know I will."

"Pour quoi?"

"Because I enjoy your company."

"Not as you could."

"What you seem to need is Jacques possessing Dean's body."

She shook the memory out of her head before h.e.l.l could comment, but Jacques seemed to see something in her face that made him smile.

"Perhaps you desire me to leave because you are afraid of the feeling I make in you. Of the feeling I have for you."

"Jacques, you're dead. Only a Keeper can give you flesh, and I'm the only Keeper in your..." About to say, life, she paused and reconsidered. "... in your existence."

"Then it is fate."

"What is?"

"You and I."

"Look, I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to move on; since you don't, I have things to do." Pulling enough power to brush him out of the way if he didn't move, she headed for the door.

He drifted aside to let her pa.s.s.