Chapter 19: Family Day

The next morning, Kate woke up late to the sound of her ma bellowing. The first thing she did was check the time on her phone. The second thing she did was ask Ecto if she had snored. She did but Ecto was too gentlemanly to tell her, so he told her a white lie:

“No, not at all.”

Ecto thought he finally understood what Kate meant by keeping some secrets and he felt happy about this newfound human sense.

“Did you dream about the beach?” Ecto asked.

“I don’t remember.”

Ecto was almost positive she did because the graph of her sleep cycles indicated a 72% ideal distribution of rise and fall between REM and deep sleep. It was the best he could do considering that Kate, like most teens, preferred to sleep less than nine hours and didn’t set an alarm for the next day.

The angry voice of Kate’s ma thundered again from the bottom of the stairs.

It was Sunday. Sunday was both church day and family day. Kate told Ecto she couldn’t chat with him in church (her ma would kill her if she even