“I’m hesitant to ask why,” Evelyn said while flashing a smile.
“Let’s say some of the dearly departed from a massacre fifty years ago have been making rounds.”
“Vraiment?” Evelyn said. (Really?) “I gather they aren’t the most sociable?”
“I think the three dead workers we found would agree with that… So, what will it be tonight?” Cecil asked.
“Let’s start with some giggle water, while I peek at the bill of fare,” Evelyn said.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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