Isobel met my gaze, her eyes stormy. She took a long, final sip of her wine before slamming the cup on the table. "And did she tell you that part, or are you making it up?"
I looked away from her, focusing on the waves. "I'm just doing my best to talk you down from the ledge here, Isobel. I don't wanna lose my lover a few days after we just got together."
"Aww… I would've visited you from the afterlife, though."
"I prefer you in the current life, Isobel. It's hard to date a ghost."
She exhaled, long and slow, setting her glass down with a delicate clink that echoed over the waves. The platter was empty now, crumbs scattered, the breeze tugging at the napkin. "Alright, fine. Apology begrudgingly accepted. I just… next time you find yourself alone with my mother, I need you to run in the opposite direction and call for me, okay?"
