“I kind of like having a cat,” I said, more to myself than to Diesel.
“He suits the house,” Diesel said. “Is this your furniture or was it part of your inheritance?”
“The furniture’s mostly mine. I had a few pieces in New York, and I picked some things up at garage sales when I first got here. The big rag rug in the dining room was Clara’s. She didn’t want it anymore. The curtains were left with the house.”
“I’ll make a deal with you,” Diesel said. “If you get me another piece of lasagna, I’ll let you choose which side of the bed you want.”
“Excuse me?”
“You have a television in your bedroom, right?”
“Wrong. Not that it matters to you. You won’t be spending time there.”
“We’ll see.”
I tried not to roll my eyes but wasn’t successful.
“You’ve got to stop with the eye-rolling,” he said. “You’re going to strain something.”
“It’s you! You’re . . .”
“Charming?”
Yes. And terrifying.
“I know you think you have to protect me,” I said to Diesel, “but you can’t stay here.”
“Sure I can,” Diesel said.
“What about a motel? Your car? A park bench?”
“Don’t think so.”
My eyes inadvertently took in the couch.
“Honey, do I look like I’d fit on this couch?” Diesel asked.
“Do I look like I care?”
“Maybe a little
. Mostly, you look like you’d kick me out and not look back.”
A light flashed into my living room window, and there was the sound of people talking on the sidewalk in front of my house. The light swept up to my second floor, held for a moment, and blinked off. More talking.
I went to the door and looked out. It was a ghost tour. Most of the ghost tours were conducted in Salem, but twice a week, a guide walked around Marblehead with tourists in tow, pointing out houses that were supposedly haunted.
The guide was in his late fifties, dressed in period clothes, carrying a lantern and a flashlight. Six women and two men were clustered around him.
“Are you the owner of this house?” the guide asked me.
“Yes.”
“Congratulations,” he said. “Your house has been added to our route. We had an amazing sighting earlier in the evening.”
Diesel came up behind me. “What kind of a sighting?”
“It was an evil apparition,” the guide said. “He appeared in the upstairs window. He was ghostly white and dressed in black, and when he saw me watching him, he vanished in a swirl of ectoplasmic vapor.”