adoption day
"You picked without me," Aara said. Her intonation was calm enough, but ever since she had died, her voice had the tendency to take on an otherworldly screeching quality when she was upset. It was doing so right now. For everyone's sake, she hoped she learned to control it soon. Aara enjoyed winning arguments through reason and soul-crushing wit, not because her opponents were surreptitiously deafened.
"Honey..." Sam took a second to find the right words. "Clearly you picked without me as well." Sam glanced over at the two children sitting on the floor nearby and his lips quirked upward in a wan, brief smile. What must they think of these strangers who had brought them home, all smiles, only to start an argument about them once they got there?
Aara's somewhat transparent arms crossed over her chest as she took in a breath she no longer needed. "Yes." But I brought home an adorable little girl who I can tell stories to and whose hair I can braid and you brought home a child with knives growing out of his head. The words weren't said aloud, but they were there, as clear as day as far as Sam was concerned.
"Don't worry," he said, trying to sound calm. He was the ghost whisperer, except the only spirit who needed his help was hovering right in front of him. "Everything will be all right."
