This time I picked a page myself by flipping through the book. I picked page 38.
‘Oh my,’ squealed Zoe, her hand flying to her mouth in astonishment. Coco twitched her arms and then her tail. Then she stood up shakily on her furry legs, and jumped into Zoe’s arms. Zoe hugged Coco tightly, and I could see tears shining in the corners of her eyes.
New Orleans is a city ruled by the dead.
I remember the moment I first heard someone say this. The old man meant to frighten me. He said there was a time when coffins sprang from the ground following a heavy rain, the dead flooding the city streets. He claimed to know of a Créole woman on Rue Dauphine who could commune with spirits from the afterlife.
“You slept through breakfast,” Simon says, “but it was awful.”
“Snow was very excited about continental breakfast,” Baz says.
“It’s not what you think.” Simon frowns. It’s not French stuff. It’s just really sad pastries and bad tea. Oh and you missed Baz eating a squirrel.”
“I didn’t eat the squirrel.”
“Oh, sorry, you drank it, and threw its little squirrel body in the ditch.”