Haunted Boston

"Funny. That's exactly how I feel about righteousness." There were plenty in her familial circle who wore it like a gilded crown. Ironic, considering the forces that had ventured under that roof and had their way. Ruby placed her glass aside for later cleaning and brushed at a piece of peanut shell on the thigh of her jeans. On her wrist, a black leather bracelet clacked with red stones. "What's the matter, your boss blowing up your phone?"