>Chapter One — Tina

>”Don’t trust ghosts,” Gram always said. “They’re stupid. Can’t even get being dead right.” Meriweather watched the clouds pass below, watched the silver wing spin contrails like will-o-wisps behind her. The man next to her snored robustly. At least she had this small slice of privacy — a window and the great blue yonder ahead,Continue reading “>Chapter One — Tina”