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David backed up the stairs slowly, disgust and horror etched on his
face.

тАЬJackieтАЩs going to simply die with jealousy,тАЭ the breather prattled into
her phone. тАЬWeтАЩll get together for a seance soon, I promise. Right here in
the basement, thatтАЩs the cold spot. Of course, IтАЩll have to redecorate first.тАЭ

Reynolds drifted after David, who had already reached the top of the
stairs. тАЬDavid. ItтАЩs not what you think. I can slash it to three-and-a-quarter,
David. But the offerтАЩs not going to be on the table long.тАЭ

David was pale, shocked, too recently dead to comprehend all the
workings of the immaterial world.

тАЬExcuse me, I ... I have a plane crash to catch,тАЭ David said, looking
down at his hands as if expecting to see an ownerтАЩs manual for his
amorphous flesh. Then he shimmered and whisked across the room.

тАЬCall me?тАЭ Reynolds said weakly, but David was already through the
wall.

Reynolds succumbed to the sideways gravity and the
interdimensional currents dragged him to the basement stairs. He sat on
the hard wood, mingling with the dust that the breather had stirred with her
industrious cleaning. Her words echoed off the concrete walls, frightening
and shrill.

тАЬAnd black velvet drapes,тАЭ she said into the phone. тАЬNo, there are no
windows down here, but drapes are called for all the same. One canтАЩt have
a seance room without black velvet drapes. IтАЩll have some crates of
candles shipped in for the occasion. Oh, this is going to be simply divine.тАЭ

Reynolds rubbed at his weary eyes and looked up at the beam where
he had draped the noose. The wood was slightly splintered from the friction
caused by his body weight. Eighty grand in the hole hadnтАЩt been worth
killing himself over. Not to get trapped in a hell like this one, where he had
to close a final deal before being allowed to rest in peace.

тАЬOh, IтАЩm certain heтАЩll be back,тАЭ the woman said. тАЬHe had that look. You
know, the one your second husband had? Yes, the тАШdoomed puppy dogтАЩ
look.тАЭ Her laughter hurt ReynoldsтАЩ ears.

Reynolds stood and brushed the cobwebs from his sleeves. No use
hanging around here. HeтАЩd be summoned back soon enough. In the
meantime, self-pity wasnтАЩt going to get this house moved. HeтАЩd learned that
in salesman school. The only way to unload property was to circulate, press
the flesh, talk fast and smile faster.

Maybe the breather would take a vacation, fly down to Florida, go on a
tour of AmericaтАЩs haunted houses or something. A window of opportunity