12 Chapter 12

“This is where they lived,” I said, reverently, the last word, lived, very nearly breaking a heart that had long ago shattered into brittle, little pieces.

By then, it was just the five of us again, the crowd silenced once the front door to the statue was shut behind us. “The House of St. James,” informed Ginger, that prayer thing again taking place. Creepy. Very creepy.

“And the other houses?” I asked. “The House of Kat, the House of Bombshell?” I was only joking, of course.

Suffice it to say, it wasn’t taken as such. “Down the hallway,” said Flo. “The House of Kat is on your left.”

VaVa spoke up next. “The House of Bombshell on your right.”

“All sacred,” said Ginger.

“Sacred,” echoed Flo.

“Sacred,” echoed VaVa.

I scratched beneath my wig. “Uh, right. But we’re tired now, from the long flight. Maybe you can come back for us in a couple of hours.”