the couch. My clothes from
the night before were still on and wrinkled and my long hair was across my face.
Logan was looking down at me smiling a peaceful smile.
“What time is it?” I
asked.
“It’s 8:05 a.m.,” he
replied.
“I’m sorry, I must have
fallen asleep.”
“Don’t be sorry, you
needed sleep. I was watching over you and keeping you safe,” Logan said.
“You needed sleep too,”
I replied.
“I’m fine and usually
don’t require much sleep. I need to let you get dressed so we can go see a man
about a ghost. We can swing by my house and I can change clothes and freshen
up. In fact, let’s just go get you some clothes and whatever else you need for
the day and we’ll go to my place and you can freshen up there, also. Let’s just
get out of here for now,” Logan said.
“That sounds really
great to me. Can we stop by the coffee shop or drive-thru on the way and grab
some coffee? I can’t think without it,” I said.
“Sure, we can even pick
up breakfast to go and eat at my place,” he replied.
Logan followed me
upstairs so I could get my things and we came back down without incident. In
the truck, he had the stereo going and I often felt like the radio was playing
directly to me. It was weird. The song playing was “When We Stand Together” by
Nickleback.
We pulled through a
drive-thru window and Logan ordered our coffee after asking me how I liked
mine, then he got some breakfast burritos.
We arrived at his place
shortly after that. It was a small adobe house with an adobe arch entrance and
xeriscaped nicely. We went in and Logan showed me around. It had two bedrooms
and two baths. It was very simple and immaculate. “Let’s take a few minutes and
eat and enjoy our coffee.”
I was so glad to be
somewhere else. I said, “Are you sure you don’t have any ghosts here?”
“Well, I moved out of
my parents place to this one, a year ago now and I haven’t noticed any ghost,”
he replied.
“I like your place.”
“Thanks. It is great
for just me. I had to get my own space and get out of my parents’ house. They
are great, but well, they’re parents,” Logan said.
“I definitely know what
you mean,” I said.
We ate our food and I realized
that this was the second time since I’ve been in New Mexico. If I keep this up,
I’ll have to hit the gym. With all the places Logan has taken me lately to pig
out, I probably should anyway. After we finished, Logan gave me one bathroom
and he took the other.
We were both done
bathing and dressing in no time. I gathered my dirty clothes and cleaned up
where we had breakfast and Logan flashed me his smile of approval. That was one
thing we definitely had in common. We were both neat freaks, judging by his
home and what he’d told me. We both checked our phone messages and Logan made a
few calls before we headed out the door.
“What about your work?”
I asked.
“Remember, I cleared my
schedule for a week for you and then had to go back on my word and take one day
off. You are my work, although I intend to give back your aunt’s money. Let’s
go see my man,” he said.
He helped me into the
truck. We drove about eight miles down the road and turned down a long winding
driveway, pulling up to an Indian reservation.
Logan looked at me and
said, “Stay close, because they really didn’t like people coming here
uninvited, but we need to talk with Cheveyo.”
We got out and walked a
long way away from the truck to an adobe style house and Logan knocked on the
door. After a moment, a man came to the door. Cheveyo was kind of tall and
dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. He had long black hair and a kind face. He
greeted us and told us to sit down. He pointed to some chairs and a table
outside in the shade.
We got seated and Logan
told him the reason for our visit. He did not even look shocked nor did he look
at us like we were crazy.
“It definitely sounds
like a spirit of some sort.” He asked about the house location and Logan
the night before were still on and wrinkled and my long hair was across my face.
Logan was looking down at me smiling a peaceful smile.
“What time is it?” I
asked.
“It’s 8:05 a.m.,” he
replied.
“I’m sorry, I must have
fallen asleep.”
“Don’t be sorry, you
needed sleep. I was watching over you and keeping you safe,” Logan said.
“You needed sleep too,”
I replied.
“I’m fine and usually
don’t require much sleep. I need to let you get dressed so we can go see a man
about a ghost. We can swing by my house and I can change clothes and freshen
up. In fact, let’s just go get you some clothes and whatever else you need for
the day and we’ll go to my place and you can freshen up there, also. Let’s just
get out of here for now,” Logan said.
“That sounds really
great to me. Can we stop by the coffee shop or drive-thru on the way and grab
some coffee? I can’t think without it,” I said.
“Sure, we can even pick
up breakfast to go and eat at my place,” he replied.
Logan followed me
upstairs so I could get my things and we came back down without incident. In
the truck, he had the stereo going and I often felt like the radio was playing
directly to me. It was weird. The song playing was “When We Stand Together” by
Nickleback.
We pulled through a
drive-thru window and Logan ordered our coffee after asking me how I liked
mine, then he got some breakfast burritos.
We arrived at his place
shortly after that. It was a small adobe house with an adobe arch entrance and
xeriscaped nicely. We went in and Logan showed me around. It had two bedrooms
and two baths. It was very simple and immaculate. “Let’s take a few minutes and
eat and enjoy our coffee.”
I was so glad to be
somewhere else. I said, “Are you sure you don’t have any ghosts here?”
“Well, I moved out of
my parents place to this one, a year ago now and I haven’t noticed any ghost,”
he replied.
“I like your place.”
“Thanks. It is great
for just me. I had to get my own space and get out of my parents’ house. They
are great, but well, they’re parents,” Logan said.
“I definitely know what
you mean,” I said.
We ate our food and I realized
that this was the second time since I’ve been in New Mexico. If I keep this up,
I’ll have to hit the gym. With all the places Logan has taken me lately to pig
out, I probably should anyway. After we finished, Logan gave me one bathroom
and he took the other.
We were both done
bathing and dressing in no time. I gathered my dirty clothes and cleaned up
where we had breakfast and Logan flashed me his smile of approval. That was one
thing we definitely had in common. We were both neat freaks, judging by his
home and what he’d told me. We both checked our phone messages and Logan made a
few calls before we headed out the door.
“What about your work?”
I asked.
“Remember, I cleared my
schedule for a week for you and then had to go back on my word and take one day
off. You are my work, although I intend to give back your aunt’s money. Let’s
go see my man,” he said.
He helped me into the
truck. We drove about eight miles down the road and turned down a long winding
driveway, pulling up to an Indian reservation.
Logan looked at me and
said, “Stay close, because they really didn’t like people coming here
uninvited, but we need to talk with Cheveyo.”
We got out and walked a
long way away from the truck to an adobe style house and Logan knocked on the
door. After a moment, a man came to the door. Cheveyo was kind of tall and
dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. He had long black hair and a kind face. He
greeted us and told us to sit down. He pointed to some chairs and a table
outside in the shade.
We got seated and Logan
told him the reason for our visit. He did not even look shocked nor did he look
at us like we were crazy.
“It definitely sounds
like a spirit of some sort.” He asked about the house location and Logan
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