down.
âI, uh, I just want to see how it looksâ¦â
âOn a real woman!â Charlie offered, trying to be helpful.
Rain turned on him. âWhat is that supposed to mean? Iâm not real enough for you?â
âNo, I didnât mean real. Older. On an older woman.â
Both Rain and Iris shot the boy a sour face. âBastian tilted his head away and scratched one spectral eyebrow with a phantom pinky. Poor kidâs doomed now.
Charlie corrected again. âGrown-up. A grown-up woman. An ⦠uh ⦠Iâll just be quiet now.â
For a second, Rain was annoyed enough to have lost track of why they were there. Charlie pleaded with his eyes and then nodded toward the zemi .
Still frowning, Rain turned back to her mother. âIgnore him. Itâs just ⦠I want to see how it looks against your skin from a distance.â Charlie could see Rain was proud of the feeble fib, and he was relieved she had found her smile again.
Iris wasnât exactly convinced, but at this point it seemed easier to comply. She took the snake charm from Rain and placed it on her left wrist. She waved her hand in the air. âHowâs this?â
Rain glanced at âBastian and said, âLet me just step back.â
She did, and âBastian stepped forward. âIris? Little Flower? Itâs me. Itâs your father. Can you see me? Can you hear me?â
But Iris was unaware of his presence and was considerably more curious about her daughterâs strange behavior. She watched Rain stare at her and then away. Charlie was doing something similar. She decided this was some inside joke at her expense. âAll right, whatâs going on here? What do you keep looking at, Rain?â
âNothing,â Rain said wistfully as âBastianâs head sank sadly. âItâs just ⦠just the light reflecting off the charm. It makes pretty patterns on the wall.â
Iris turned and waved her arm again, discovering that this much at least was true. A mosaic of light, mostly gold but with flecks of blue, glinted in time to her movements on the wall behind the washing machine. Iris also discovered there was something about wearing her fatherâs wristband that made her melancholyâa feeling she had been struggling to fight off since he had passed. Quickly, she removed it and handed it back to Rain.
âOkay, are we done?â
Rain and Charlie both looked disappointed, though Iris could hardly fathom why. She picked up the laundry basket and started up the back stairs.
Just then the front desk bell rang. Iris paused a few steps up. âRain, please see what that is.â
âSure, Mom,â Rain said, and Iris couldnât help but notice the same melancholy in her daughterâs voice. She watched Rain and Charlie head into the kitchen toward the lobby. Then she shook her head and ascended the stairs.
The two teensâwith âBastian almost literally in towâcrossed through the dark dining room and entered the warm light of the lobby to find Ms. Judith Vendaval waiting.
âCan I help you?â Rain asked.
âYes, I was hoping you could recommend a place to eat here in Old Town.â
âSure,â Rain said. âThere are a bunch of places.â She looked at Charlie for confirmation, but as this was the woman Charlie had slammed the door on upstairs, he was currently doing his best to make himself as invisible as âBastian. Rain shook her head and turned back. âAre you in the mood for anything in particular?â
âNot just anything. Everything. The famous donât-miss places and the local haunts that no tourist knows about. See, I write travel books, and my next oneâs on the Ghosts.â
âThatâs kinda cool,â Rain said. She found herself studying Ms. Vendaval intently. The woman was truly striking. So much so that after seeing her only once the night sheâd checked in,