Chapter 22

Upon our arrival, Reginald registered our case with a tall, willowy spirit standing at the edge of the gathering. When he’d finished with the particulars, we went to the front of the group and found a spot on the grass.

“I’m nervous,” I said.

“Imagine how I feel,” said Rosamond, without any of her usual devil-may-care zeal.

Reginald put his arm around me and kissed me quickly on the lips. “You don’t have anything to worry about, Rosamond.” He redirected his attention to her. “What’s the worst that can happen? They send you back to Hell. You’ll just escape again.”

We all laughed because it was true.

There were three hours of appeals and grievances before Rosamond was finally called to approach the bench.

The tall spirit Reginald had registered Rosamond’s case with stepped forward. “Are you Rosamond LeSeur?”

“I am.” Rosamond shifted uncomfortably on the spot.

“And please tell the court why you are here.”