"Gotta get Mom." Whatever someone put in her drink was pretty powerful stuff because she was sitting here talking to a ghost about vampires.
"I can't let you do that." Chan pushed her back on the bed, not that it took much effort. She had about as much energy as a snail on Xanax, skinny dipping in a cup of chamomile tea.
"Mom?" Della screamed.
"You needed help so I . . . I didn't know you'd cut yourself or--"
"I did not need your help, I would have . . . I would have figured something out."
He shook his head. "Still hardheaded, huh?"
Della Tsang hadn't ever seen a ghost until she saw her dead cousin zip across the street and duck into the ally.
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