Undead and Unemployed (18 page)

"Grits and eggs, my usual. Why?"

"You may be seeing it again."

Then, afraid to look, afraid to confirm what she'd seen, Pete inched the door open until it swung wide on its hinges.

And there it sat, her worst nightmare and Eugenid's damned chicken bones in the flesh.

Of everything that could be leftover in her grandmother's freezer, the last thing Pete expected to see was the barefooted bleached-blonde who was defrosting inside.