The Curious Ghost
Sunday morning I woke up wearing only my jewelry. Makes me wonder if the grand opening of my cafe at La Coquette was a bit more fun than I remember.
I am now a city girl, with a tomb prepared should I ever decide to use it. I wonder if Jason, the poor confused zombie who wanders the bayou amid fireflies and moss, will miss me. I still have one foot in the swamp, of course. I bunk at my friend Niki’s when I get too tired to get back to the city after a night on the bayou.
The city has its own flavor. The other day I saw something really disturbing in the newspaper: someone tried to silence Jack Mondieu about some city scandal. This makes me lock my doors at night.
The city sure has its thrills: crazy doctors wanting to lobotomize everyone they get their hands on. Some murderous tunnel man sweeping girls off their feet—literally. Drunks using the jail as a hotel … which makes me wonder. We have a free hotel in the city, Miss Harley’s. It provides nice beds, good food, free baths, and even a trampoline for morning exercise. Why do they not sleep there?
Another thing I’ve noticed in the city recently is strange visitors. Girls changing clothes in the street, people romancing one another, spectacularly, in our houses. Yes, it’s true—we have romance squatters getting into our beds. Unbelievable. It’s a good thing Miss Niki has a sharp eye and an itchy trigger finger.
Miss Punkerella Summers, who has sold masks from a stall at the French Market for some time, has opened a store called Chimeric Fashions at Spiegel Hall. This makes me hope for a masquerade party soon in the great hall upstairs.
I heard rumors that the grocer Mr. Blake has been seen around town. I do wish he would come back. I need my bonbons! It’s impossible to get them elsewhere. I miss his grocery store.
The Ghost of Liza Veliz fell in love with New Toulouse at first sight. She publishes books by various authors; find them at her reading cafe on Shotgun Row.