Let me make one thing perfectly clear–I adore Pepper Martin. Honest to goodness, I do! Why, from the day I gave Pepper her job as Garden View’s one and only tour guide, I thought of her just like I think of my own three teenaged daughters. Pepper’s smart. She’s funny. She’s a wonderful girl.
But lately . . .
Oh, I hate saying this. Really, I do. I mean, Pepper’s such a sweetie and she’s done so many wonderful things for Garden View. That’s why I promoted her to my old job as community relations director when I became the cemetery administrator.
But . . .
There I go again! Adding a "but" when I should just really explain myself. You see, I’ve noticed something odd about Pepper. Oh, not about her work. She’s a terrific employee. But sometimes when I walk into her office . . .
Well, this is going to sound weird, but I swear it’s true. Sometimes when I walk into Pepper’s office or just happen upon her out in the cemetery, she’s talking to herself. And not like most of us talk to ourselves like, "What did I do with my keys?" or "When did I have that meeting scheduled?" No, Pepper talks like she’s one side of a conversation. Only there is no other person there with her. At least no one I can see.
As if that weren’t enough, I’ve also noticed that she gets herself into . . .well, I’d call them scrapes only sometimes, they’re more than that. She keeps getting involved with the wrong sort of people, if you follow my drift. Crazy comic book fans, mobsters, unsavory sorts. Thank goodness things always seem to work out in the end, but I have to tell you, I’m getting worried. It’s like she’s two different people, the cemetery worker and . . . well, it’s going to sound weird, but if I didn’t know better I’d say she was some sort of private investigator or something.
Silly, isn’t it? Almost as silly as listening to have Pepper have those one-sided conversations. I wonder . . .
All right, I have another confession here. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear Pepper was talking to ghosts. But that’s just crazy, isn’t it?