"I think this is an absolutely wonderful idea, sugar," Yvonne drawled. "You're not going to regret it."
I already do, Chase thought miserably.
That one had stopped Chase dead in his tracks...
"You think Eva pushed your mother away?" he'd asked incredulously.
Chase was floored. "Honey... your mother didn't leave because of Eva, or because of you. She left because she fell in love with Felix..."
Farrah crossed her arms defensively. "Well, she wouldn't have done that if Eva hadn't..."
"Farrah, come downstairs please," Chase called up the stairs.
Farrah came slowly down the stairs, surprised to see her dad teamed up with her mom and stepdad. She plopped down on the couch and crossed her legs. "So what is this? The Spanish Inquisition?"
Yvonne cleared her throat. "No, your father and I talked and decided that if you'd like to, perhaps you can come live with us... in the city."
"Oh I promise! I promise!" Farrah said fervently, crossing her heart.
"Then it sounds like it's settled!" Felix said, clapping his hands and looking towards Chase.
Chase's stomach pitched to the floor. "Sounds like it," he said dully.
"I'm already proud of you," Chase said roughly.
"I'm going to miss you, too," he said.
"I don't know," Eva said, shaking her head sadly.
"Oh, Chase, I'm so sorry!" Sandra said, pulling him into her arms and holding him tightly. "I'm so sorry."
Chase stood there wrapped in the arms of the woman he loved for a moment and then he pulled away, ready to get this over with.
"He's the father of my children!" Sandra growled.
"Even worse!" Chase spat back. "If you're going to get back with him, just be honest about it. Don't sneak around behind my back!"
Sandra shrugged, "Yeah, well, you made me angry."
Chase turned over everything in his mind, trying to make sense of it. In the end, he shook his head.
The irony was that his heart was already breaking...
"Greyson, you'll be okay for awhile on your own? I have to run into town real quick," Eva said, ruffling Greyson's hair.
"No way, I triple dog dare you!" Greyson responded with a giggle.
"Alright! But I'm telling you! There's nothing in there!" Alex laughed.
"I guess we'll see about that! Come on!"
"No way! I'm not chickening out if you're not chickening out..." Alex quipped back, but he was definitely not laughing now...
"Holy crap! RUN!" Greyson yelled and he and Alex tumbled over themselves as they pushed towards the Crypt door. The two best friends hauled ass out of the cemetery.
They might not have found ghosts, but they'd discovered an elderly Melvin Wolff and Delilah Calhoun buck-naked in the crypt having sex. And THAT was scarier than ANY ghost or zombie!