brought it to life.
Abbie
pointed at the TV and grumbled, “You have to put the next disc in. I tried to
wake you but you were snoring.”
With
a bright smile, Grace said, “I’m sure I wasn’t snoring, and, no, I don’t have
to put another disc in. I’ve got an idea.” Grace typed something into the
computer and soon had what she was looking for. She picked up her phone.
Curiosity
got the better of Abbie. She flittered over to Grace’s side and said, “Who are
you phoning at this time?”
Grace
tapped the computer screen and then held a hand up to silence Abbie. “Oh, yes.
Good morning to you too. I’d like to book an appointment for one of your agents
to visit me. Yes, I’m having trouble paying my mortgage.”
“Are
you?” Abbie asked.
Grace
shook her head at Abbie. She continued, “That would be great. One of my friends
recommended you, she said that a woman called Julianne came round to see her.
Is it possible for me to have the same person? It is? Great. Okay, six o’clock
tonight.” Grace gave her details and then ended the call.
“What
are you up to?” Abbie said. “I don’t want Julianne coming here.”
“Well,
I do. I need to find out more about her business, and what kind of person she
is. I can’t spend hours searching on the Internet for more information. And,
not only that, I’m going to see your friend, Brooke, at the travel agent’s
today.”
Abbie
folded her arms. “You’re very bossy.”
Grace
gave her a gentle smile. “I want to find out who killed you. You appeared to me
for a reason and I’ll do what I can to help you. I’m sure you don’t want to
hang around me forever.”
Abbie’s
arms fell to her side. “But where will I go? When all this is over? I don’t
want to be alone.”
“From
what I’ve seen of other ghosts who move on, you won’t be alone. It seems like
you’ll have family and friends waiting for you.”
Abbie
picked up the bottom of her floaty top and began to fiddle with it. “I want my
mum.”
“That’s
something else I’m going to do, I’m going to find out where your mum is. Okay?”
Abbie
looked up and nodded.
Grace
said, “I’ll put the next disc in for you whilst I have some breakfast. Then
we’ll be ready to go.”
Grace
was so intent on getting things done that she didn’t feel at all nervous as she
drove to work. She parked at the back of the shop and walked jauntily through
to the main part.
Frankie
gave her a suspicious look. “What’s wrong with you? Did you crash Big Bob’s
car? Are you wanting me to take the blame for you? I won’t! You sort your own
mess out!”
“I
haven’t crashed the car, I’ve driven it. And, I’ve enjoyed driving it. I’ve had
a good night’s sleep, and I’m raring to go.” She looked at some nearby shelves.
“I’ll get my duster out, it’s amazing how quickly dust settles, isn’t it?”
Frankie
shrugged. “I can’t see any dust.”
Abbie
followed Grace through to the kitchen and sank on to a chair. “Grace, I don’t
feel very well. I think I’m nervous about seeing Julianne and Brooke. Can I sit
here for a while?”
“Of
course. If you see Pearl, will you let me know? I wonder where she’s gone.”
Grace’s
good mood lessened as she thought about Pearl. A sudden panic shot through her.
Had Pearl gone for good?
Grace
put all her energy into cleaning the shop. She was enthusiastic about helping
customers, and she made Frankie many cups of tea.
Frankie
scowled at her. “Stop being so happy, it’s not normal. You’re getting on my
nerves.”
Grace
ignored him. At lunch-time she went into the kitchen and asked Abbie if she
wanted to come with her to see Brooke at the travel agent’s.
Abbie
rubbed her stomach and grimaced. “I suppose so. It’ll be nice to see her again,
even if she can’t see me.”
Grace
shouted out a goodbye to Frankie and left the shop by the back door. Abbie
hovered several inches off the pavement as they walked along.
Grace
paused at
Abbie
pointed at the TV and grumbled, “You have to put the next disc in. I tried to
wake you but you were snoring.”
With
a bright smile, Grace said, “I’m sure I wasn’t snoring, and, no, I don’t have
to put another disc in. I’ve got an idea.” Grace typed something into the
computer and soon had what she was looking for. She picked up her phone.
Curiosity
got the better of Abbie. She flittered over to Grace’s side and said, “Who are
you phoning at this time?”
Grace
tapped the computer screen and then held a hand up to silence Abbie. “Oh, yes.
Good morning to you too. I’d like to book an appointment for one of your agents
to visit me. Yes, I’m having trouble paying my mortgage.”
“Are
you?” Abbie asked.
Grace
shook her head at Abbie. She continued, “That would be great. One of my friends
recommended you, she said that a woman called Julianne came round to see her.
Is it possible for me to have the same person? It is? Great. Okay, six o’clock
tonight.” Grace gave her details and then ended the call.
“What
are you up to?” Abbie said. “I don’t want Julianne coming here.”
“Well,
I do. I need to find out more about her business, and what kind of person she
is. I can’t spend hours searching on the Internet for more information. And,
not only that, I’m going to see your friend, Brooke, at the travel agent’s
today.”
Abbie
folded her arms. “You’re very bossy.”
Grace
gave her a gentle smile. “I want to find out who killed you. You appeared to me
for a reason and I’ll do what I can to help you. I’m sure you don’t want to
hang around me forever.”
Abbie’s
arms fell to her side. “But where will I go? When all this is over? I don’t
want to be alone.”
“From
what I’ve seen of other ghosts who move on, you won’t be alone. It seems like
you’ll have family and friends waiting for you.”
Abbie
picked up the bottom of her floaty top and began to fiddle with it. “I want my
mum.”
“That’s
something else I’m going to do, I’m going to find out where your mum is. Okay?”
Abbie
looked up and nodded.
Grace
said, “I’ll put the next disc in for you whilst I have some breakfast. Then
we’ll be ready to go.”
Grace
was so intent on getting things done that she didn’t feel at all nervous as she
drove to work. She parked at the back of the shop and walked jauntily through
to the main part.
Frankie
gave her a suspicious look. “What’s wrong with you? Did you crash Big Bob’s
car? Are you wanting me to take the blame for you? I won’t! You sort your own
mess out!”
“I
haven’t crashed the car, I’ve driven it. And, I’ve enjoyed driving it. I’ve had
a good night’s sleep, and I’m raring to go.” She looked at some nearby shelves.
“I’ll get my duster out, it’s amazing how quickly dust settles, isn’t it?”
Frankie
shrugged. “I can’t see any dust.”
Abbie
followed Grace through to the kitchen and sank on to a chair. “Grace, I don’t
feel very well. I think I’m nervous about seeing Julianne and Brooke. Can I sit
here for a while?”
“Of
course. If you see Pearl, will you let me know? I wonder where she’s gone.”
Grace’s
good mood lessened as she thought about Pearl. A sudden panic shot through her.
Had Pearl gone for good?
Grace
put all her energy into cleaning the shop. She was enthusiastic about helping
customers, and she made Frankie many cups of tea.
Frankie
scowled at her. “Stop being so happy, it’s not normal. You’re getting on my
nerves.”
Grace
ignored him. At lunch-time she went into the kitchen and asked Abbie if she
wanted to come with her to see Brooke at the travel agent’s.
Abbie
rubbed her stomach and grimaced. “I suppose so. It’ll be nice to see her again,
even if she can’t see me.”
Grace
shouted out a goodbye to Frankie and left the shop by the back door. Abbie
hovered several inches off the pavement as they walked along.
Grace
paused at
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