C.F. Fowler - Marion Rogers 01 - A Ghost's Vengeance by C.F. Fowler Page B
Authors: C.F. Fowler
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happen. This is what I do: Help people come to terms with their mortality and move on.”
Looking at her Walter said, “Miss Rogers, I know this is a mundane task to you, but this is my first ghost. I wish Addy had told me what had happened after Cathy’s death. I feel like she couldn’t trust me, and that hurts somethin’ awful.”
“I understand. Really, I do. It may be my gift but I’m startled more often than not by ghosts. Catherine has tugged at my heartstrings. She didn’t ask for this. But I also can’t blame her for what she’s doing.” Marion hesitated as the waiter delivered their drinks. She took a long sip and closed her eyes as she enjoyed the coolness and tartness of the drink. “I would do almost anything to try and help Catherine.”
Walter sat in silence for a minute, drinking and looking off into space. His focus returned to Marion, and he said, “Okay, we’ll try it your way. I’m not sure you’ll be successful, but I will help in any way I can, for Cathy.”
They decided to try reaching Catherine that evening. Walter brought some sandwiches home to Adele, as he felt sure she started drinking the moment they left. He needed time to get food and coffee into Catherine’s mother and prepare her for what was needed that evening. Marion gave him some gently worded hints to get Adele in the right frame of mind. She was worried Walter would be angry with Adele and rattle her. She needed her calm to call Catherine.
They drove back to Adele’s house. Marion got in her rental car and drove back to the hotel. She stopped at a fast food restaurant and picked up some dinner to eat at the hotel. A 30-minute nap followed, then a stroll on the streets around the hotel to invigorate her for the evening. She called to check in with her agency and got the details of the job Josh had lined up for her.
She called Gordon and was happy to hear Jergins was still rattled and his behavior was erratic. That meant Catherine was still haunting him. She assured Gordon she would be home the day after next. She could tell he did not enjoy keeping an eye on Jergins.
She called the number Josh gave her and spoke with Phyllis Herman. The woman seemed beside herself and Marion had worried she would demand immediate attention. Marion was pleased when Mrs. Herman requested Marion come to her house at 6 a.m. the next day, Sunday. It seemed odd to book such an early appointment, but Phyllis didn’t want to go into specifics. Marion agreed to meet her bright and early the next day.
The pro-bono accounts came when inquiries made that showed merit, but the client lacked funds to pay for the service. Marion was never required to take these jobs, but she knew Josh didn’t put the information in the computer lightly. While planning her Sunday activities, her cell phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number displayed but it was local, so she answered.
“Hello.”
“Miss Rogers, Marion, this is Walter. We need you over here now!”
“I’m on my way!” She grabbed her purse and keys and hurried to her car. She pulled up in front of Adele’s house and could hear the screaming from the street. She found the door ajar so walked right in. Adele was crying and Walter looked frustrated and angry.
“What’s going on?” Marion demanded. As she entered the living room she saw the cause of the commotion: Catherine was standing near the fireplace, clearly visible — which meant she was intensely emotional. Walter approached Marion but she put her hand up to stop him.
“Catherine, what’s going on?”
Catherine looked at her and said angrily, “You! You have caused this!”
Marion approached cautiously, “Caused what?”
“My mother has been through enough! Why did you stick your nose in where it doesn’t belong?”
Marion walked toward Adele but Catherine perceived her as a threat and moved to block her path. Marion stopped to
Looking at her Walter said, “Miss Rogers, I know this is a mundane task to you, but this is my first ghost. I wish Addy had told me what had happened after Cathy’s death. I feel like she couldn’t trust me, and that hurts somethin’ awful.”
“I understand. Really, I do. It may be my gift but I’m startled more often than not by ghosts. Catherine has tugged at my heartstrings. She didn’t ask for this. But I also can’t blame her for what she’s doing.” Marion hesitated as the waiter delivered their drinks. She took a long sip and closed her eyes as she enjoyed the coolness and tartness of the drink. “I would do almost anything to try and help Catherine.”
Walter sat in silence for a minute, drinking and looking off into space. His focus returned to Marion, and he said, “Okay, we’ll try it your way. I’m not sure you’ll be successful, but I will help in any way I can, for Cathy.”
They decided to try reaching Catherine that evening. Walter brought some sandwiches home to Adele, as he felt sure she started drinking the moment they left. He needed time to get food and coffee into Catherine’s mother and prepare her for what was needed that evening. Marion gave him some gently worded hints to get Adele in the right frame of mind. She was worried Walter would be angry with Adele and rattle her. She needed her calm to call Catherine.
They drove back to Adele’s house. Marion got in her rental car and drove back to the hotel. She stopped at a fast food restaurant and picked up some dinner to eat at the hotel. A 30-minute nap followed, then a stroll on the streets around the hotel to invigorate her for the evening. She called to check in with her agency and got the details of the job Josh had lined up for her.
She called Gordon and was happy to hear Jergins was still rattled and his behavior was erratic. That meant Catherine was still haunting him. She assured Gordon she would be home the day after next. She could tell he did not enjoy keeping an eye on Jergins.
She called the number Josh gave her and spoke with Phyllis Herman. The woman seemed beside herself and Marion had worried she would demand immediate attention. Marion was pleased when Mrs. Herman requested Marion come to her house at 6 a.m. the next day, Sunday. It seemed odd to book such an early appointment, but Phyllis didn’t want to go into specifics. Marion agreed to meet her bright and early the next day.
The pro-bono accounts came when inquiries made that showed merit, but the client lacked funds to pay for the service. Marion was never required to take these jobs, but she knew Josh didn’t put the information in the computer lightly. While planning her Sunday activities, her cell phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number displayed but it was local, so she answered.
“Hello.”
“Miss Rogers, Marion, this is Walter. We need you over here now!”
“I’m on my way!” She grabbed her purse and keys and hurried to her car. She pulled up in front of Adele’s house and could hear the screaming from the street. She found the door ajar so walked right in. Adele was crying and Walter looked frustrated and angry.
“What’s going on?” Marion demanded. As she entered the living room she saw the cause of the commotion: Catherine was standing near the fireplace, clearly visible — which meant she was intensely emotional. Walter approached Marion but she put her hand up to stop him.
“Catherine, what’s going on?”
Catherine looked at her and said angrily, “You! You have caused this!”
Marion approached cautiously, “Caused what?”
“My mother has been through enough! Why did you stick your nose in where it doesn’t belong?”
Marion walked toward Adele but Catherine perceived her as a threat and moved to block her path. Marion stopped to
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