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Mrs. Morganstern was doing her grocery shopping- the faded list held in her hand was written in the awkward handwriting of her six year old grandson. The paper was translucent your hand would have passed through it as thought it were a fragment of mist. Chelsea Popover had just done so and Mr. McDerwood was on a collision course, too. Mrs. Morganstern could see them and and also little Bethany Brackles over in the soup isle but they could see neither her nor Beth.
To be a ghost is a nice thing, you become who you were in the best time of your life and spend the rest of your time however you choose to.
Abigail Morganstern was, after her shopping, going to go have tea with Tabitha Ruth Willingsbury and hopefully go see her daughter- but, sadly, her daughter wouldn't be seeing her. She didn't think of it as haunting for she never rearranged the furniture or whistled through the hallways like some folk did. She had never approved of that sort of traipsing about, although Mr. Morganstern did occasionally for kicks. She thought is was a dirty habit that only the Haunters did, ghosts who had only chosen not to Go On to spite a person and then later, all of mankind.
She was on way down Fort Mills Road, down to to see Tabitha, and she could see life as it was when she was around, as it it is now, superimposed over her time, and little flashes of what it must have looked like in the past all running together and overlapping like an ancient mosaic that someone kept adding layers to with translucent tile so it had a strange sort of melting and growing effect. She turned into to Tabitha's house- now an office building- and had to ignore the odd flashes of other people and places running together. All the layers were easy to shut out accept that of the present; it was all way so oddly... present.
Tabitha had some new intelligence, or rather gossip, that she had over heard on one of her trips to the Cafe- the very finest place to here present gossip for that's where all the present would slacken their jaws. Tabitha was, even in death or perhaps more so, the queen of sidling right up to a troupe of chit chatters and hearing the very freshest of info around.
"I'm telling you Abby, it's like I said, they have one coming here!" She was self righteously pursing her lips in disapproval, her wide mouth ready to jabber as soon as Abby Morganstern made a reply. Tabitha had chosen to look as she did back in her twenties for her ghost-hood- Abby chose a more sedate fiftyish when she felt rather wise and regal.
"Well, what did you expect. Verity is the perfect place for Crosser to come and learn the ropes! Why, I'd be insulted if Edgar brought her elsewhere being that this is where he started out." Abby was actually rather excited for this turn of events for she hadn't yet been a ghost when Edgar was brought here for his learning so she really couldn't wait to really know a Crosser.
Tabitha shook her head, Abby was such a space sometimes- Abby thought very much the same of her generally. "But Crossers are always such a mess! And what if this one is the sort that goes around shrieking with terror and telling everyone that this town is haunted? What are we to do then, hmm?" She shook her head. She mostly didn't want a little Crosser underfoot because they tend to disturb the routine of things they tend to be needy and skittish and unsure or just plain panicky.
"Well, we haven't got much choice have we." Abby was unfazed by Tabitha's points and stayed rather excited about the whole prospect of her future; she had never really minded a little exit from routine. "She's coming at the end of the month, now isn't she. Edgar has already decided."
Yes, Angelica Flink was indeed coming to Verity along with the winds of change and her band-aid collection.
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