asked, pointing to the computer.
“That’s my laptop,” Mary replied.
“No,” Kristen said, slapping her hands to her thighs. “This
is a laptop. That looks like a miniature
television.”
Mary smiled and walked back to her chair, slipping around
Kristen and sitting down. “Actually, things have changed a little since you
died,” she explained to the ghost. “Do you remember hearing about computers?”
Kristen thought for a moment. “Yes,” she said. “The
government used them for the space program, and some corporations use them.”
“Well, this is one of them,” Mary said. “Actually, this one
has more power than the ones that NASA used to run the Apollo mission.”
Kristen looked at the small laptop and then back at Mary.
“That can’t be true,” she said. “It’s so tiny.”
“It’s amazing how technology has grown over the years,” she
said. “I have a phone that can text, answer emails and search the internet.”
Kristen stared at Mary. “I’m sorry, what?” she asked.
Mary opened her mouth to explain but decided against it. “It
does a lot of cool stuff,” she improvised. “But, let’s get back to you. I’m so glad you came to see me.”
“I actually hadn’t planned to come,” Kristen admitted. “But
I thought about what happened last night and ,poof , I
ended up here. So, who are you?”
“Well, I guess the best way to describe it is that I’m a
private investigator who works with ghosts,” Mary said.
“Like the Rockford Files?” Kristen asked.
Mary quickly typed ‘Rockford Files’ in her search engine and
saw the description of the 1970s private investigator show. “Yes, exactly,” she
said. She looked at the photos. “And James Garner was a hunk.”
Kristen smiled. “I always thought so,” she said. “So, what
was that you did? Typing in the
information?”
“That’s called a search engine,” she said. “You can type in
a name or a question and get information about it from all around the world.”
“Does it find people? I mean real people, not just
celebrities?” she asked, leaning closer.
“It can,” Mary replied.
“Could you find my fiancé? Danny, I mean Daniel Toba?” she
said.
“I can try,” Mary said, typing the name into the search
engine and adding Polo, Illinois. She
clicked enter, and the top result was a social networking page. “I think I
found him.”
She clicked on the page, and immediately a photo of a fairly
portly, bald-headed man in his sixties showed up.
“He’s old,” Kristen exclaimed, staring at the photo. “And
he’s fat.”
“Well, it been forty years since you last saw him,” Mary
replied.
“How could he let himself go like that?” she asked her face
filled with disgust. Then she turned to
Mary and, placing her hands on her hips, shook her head slowly. “It was
probably the grief, wasn’t it? He came
home and found out I was dead, and he just…he just went to hell.”
Mary clicked on his information. “Well, he eventually did
get married,” she said.
“What?” Kristen exclaimed. “He got married?”
Mary skimmed over the information and then bit her lower
lip.
“What?” Kristen demanded. “I taught school for enough time
to know when someone’s hiding the truth.”
“He got married about a year after you died,” Mary admitted.
“A year? Well, obviously he meant
more to me than I did to him,” she snapped.
“Maybe it was a rebound kind of thing,” Mary suggested.
Kristen wasn’t buying it. “Who did he marry?” she asked.
Mary clicked on his photos and found his spouse. “It looks
like he married Janice.”
“Janice?” she cried, backing away from Mary’s desk. “He knew
I hated Janice. How could he marry Janice?”
“It looks like they had three lovely children,” Mary
inserted.
Kristen walked back to the desk and peered over Mary’s
shoulder. “Well, did they at least name one of them Kristen?” she asked.
Mary shook her head.
“That’s my laptop,” Mary replied.
“No,” Kristen said, slapping her hands to her thighs. “This
is a laptop. That looks like a miniature
television.”
Mary smiled and walked back to her chair, slipping around
Kristen and sitting down. “Actually, things have changed a little since you
died,” she explained to the ghost. “Do you remember hearing about computers?”
Kristen thought for a moment. “Yes,” she said. “The
government used them for the space program, and some corporations use them.”
“Well, this is one of them,” Mary said. “Actually, this one
has more power than the ones that NASA used to run the Apollo mission.”
Kristen looked at the small laptop and then back at Mary.
“That can’t be true,” she said. “It’s so tiny.”
“It’s amazing how technology has grown over the years,” she
said. “I have a phone that can text, answer emails and search the internet.”
Kristen stared at Mary. “I’m sorry, what?” she asked.
Mary opened her mouth to explain but decided against it. “It
does a lot of cool stuff,” she improvised. “But, let’s get back to you. I’m so glad you came to see me.”
“I actually hadn’t planned to come,” Kristen admitted. “But
I thought about what happened last night and ,poof , I
ended up here. So, who are you?”
“Well, I guess the best way to describe it is that I’m a
private investigator who works with ghosts,” Mary said.
“Like the Rockford Files?” Kristen asked.
Mary quickly typed ‘Rockford Files’ in her search engine and
saw the description of the 1970s private investigator show. “Yes, exactly,” she
said. She looked at the photos. “And James Garner was a hunk.”
Kristen smiled. “I always thought so,” she said. “So, what
was that you did? Typing in the
information?”
“That’s called a search engine,” she said. “You can type in
a name or a question and get information about it from all around the world.”
“Does it find people? I mean real people, not just
celebrities?” she asked, leaning closer.
“It can,” Mary replied.
“Could you find my fiancé? Danny, I mean Daniel Toba?” she
said.
“I can try,” Mary said, typing the name into the search
engine and adding Polo, Illinois. She
clicked enter, and the top result was a social networking page. “I think I
found him.”
She clicked on the page, and immediately a photo of a fairly
portly, bald-headed man in his sixties showed up.
“He’s old,” Kristen exclaimed, staring at the photo. “And
he’s fat.”
“Well, it been forty years since you last saw him,” Mary
replied.
“How could he let himself go like that?” she asked her face
filled with disgust. Then she turned to
Mary and, placing her hands on her hips, shook her head slowly. “It was
probably the grief, wasn’t it? He came
home and found out I was dead, and he just…he just went to hell.”
Mary clicked on his information. “Well, he eventually did
get married,” she said.
“What?” Kristen exclaimed. “He got married?”
Mary skimmed over the information and then bit her lower
lip.
“What?” Kristen demanded. “I taught school for enough time
to know when someone’s hiding the truth.”
“He got married about a year after you died,” Mary admitted.
“A year? Well, obviously he meant
more to me than I did to him,” she snapped.
“Maybe it was a rebound kind of thing,” Mary suggested.
Kristen wasn’t buying it. “Who did he marry?” she asked.
Mary clicked on his photos and found his spouse. “It looks
like he married Janice.”
“Janice?” she cried, backing away from Mary’s desk. “He knew
I hated Janice. How could he marry Janice?”
“It looks like they had three lovely children,” Mary
inserted.
Kristen walked back to the desk and peered over Mary’s
shoulder. “Well, did they at least name one of them Kristen?” she asked.
Mary shook her head.
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