Seraphina Martel 2: This Time It's Personal
I am so terribly busy. And sorry. I really need to pick this up as a daily habit again, like in the Good Old Days.
I put my hands on my hips and think about what Dad said before responding. He's either lying or just not as smart as I thought. Of course this is a test. Apparently, a test of my ability to take initiative. I hope it's as competent as it appears, rather than Dad just not understanding himself well enough.
Or maybe that means I have surpassed my parents.
Maybe.
"No, you're not wrong." I smile at him. "I'm just not used to it. Security guard guy is the most out-of-place, so I'll start with him."
Unless Dad interrupts me, I go over that-a-way, grab the "guard" by the shoulder, and pull him into Lim-
Sideways.
I really don't like thinking about being able to enter and leave the land of the dead at will.
"Don't panic, sir. I just need to ask you some questions."