“You’re taking this all rather well,” Linc commented.
Tom shrugged. “I suppose so, strangely enough. I grew up hearing all the stories about this place being haunted. I even snuck in here a time or two trying to see if it really was. Not that it did any good.”
“We’re not exactly ready to welcome people with open arms and feed them tea and crumpets,” Damian said as he materialized, followed moments late by Giorgio.
“So you chase them away.” Tom looked the two ghosts over with obvious interest. “Why?”
“We don’t chase them away, well not intentionally,” Damian replied. “It’s just that Giorgio here is a romantic matchmaker. He wants everyone happily mated. Unfortunately he’s rather crude in his tactics.”
“I am not!” Giorgio grumbled. “I just use what I have at hand to try to throw a couple into each others arms.”
“He scares the hell out of one of them, usually the girl, then hopes she’ll go running to the guy for protection.”
“That works?” Tom asked.
“Well…not really,” Giorgio admitted somewhat sheepishly.
Tom tapped his fingers on his thigh. Then he grinned, looking at Linc and said to the ghosts. “He’s you next victim. Who were you planning on frightening so he could rescue them?”
Giorgio smiled wickedly. “Now that’s an interesting question. Neither of the girls. We were thinking, hoping one of you young men would scare easily.” He grinned and shouted, “Boo” at Tom.
Linc threw back his head, laughing. “That was so lame, Giorgio.”
“Was, wasn’t it,” Giorgio agreed with a laugh.
Damian watched Tom who was suddenly looking at Linc thoughtfully. “You think I’m straight, Linc, but they don’t. Interesting.”
“Oh we think you are,” Damian protested. “After all the odds were fairly astronomical of any of you being gay. Despite what Giorgio said we were more hoping Linc would finally come out of his shell and make some friends. That way perhaps he’d get out of the house and find someone.”
“How large is astronomical; twenty to one, a hundred to one, maybe a thousand to one?”
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