Dead and Buried

Hello there, Ms. Popularity

The older woman waved with happy enthusiasm from the other side of the restaurant patio’s railing, beaming a smile in my direction as she walked past. I waved back, though I knew my smile had to look strained. Thing was, I had no clue—none in the living world, or the dead one for that matter—who she was. Was there some history I’d failed to recall? I’d only been living on Whitewitch Island for two weeks now. The chances I’d encountered her in my previous life as a...