Billy extended his hand, and Harlow stared at it, mouth agape, before taking it in hers. Never in my life did I think an out-of-towner would shake Billy’s hand upon first meeting him. Most of the other paranormal inhabitants of Maple Hollow could pass for vaguely human, but certainly not Billy. It had taken weeks for Willow to emerge from her little café. Even now, she was still timid and cautious around some of us. But Harlow, while afraid, was willing to at least try. I didn’t know why that endeared her to me so much more, but it did. I was impressed.
