“Yeah, but not that sort of scary stuff. You should be thinking about ghosts and jack-o’-lanterns, not—” His words clip short, and his eyes seem to fog over. Brant stares off just beyond me with shadows swirling in his faraway gaze, but before I can question where he’s gone, he’s back. He returns to me, and he’s normal Brant again. “Don’t think about those things. Promise me, June.” He must be mad. He called me June instead of Junebug, just like when Mama hollers at me and says my full name: June Adeline Bailey. I gulp, nodding my head. “I promise. I swear it.” “Good.”
