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had something to eat?” She paused as she caught Frankie’s
expression. “What? Why are you looking at me like that? Has something terrible
happened?”
    Frankie
banged his fist on the table and immediately winced in pain. “We lost! Don’t
tell me you don’t know?”
    “I
presume you’re talking about football? Did your side lose?”
    Frankie
stood up. “I don’t want to talk about it. I’ll have a bacon sandwich if you’re
making one. I wish you’d show more sympathy when something terrible happens to
me, Grace.”
    Grace
looked at him. He really did look sorry for himself. She remembered the times
that Frankie and Dad watched football together on TV. They used to cheer and
groan in unison. She suddenly realised how much Frankie was still missing Mum
and Dad. She said, “I’ll make the bacon extra crispy, just the way you like it.
Go have a lie down if you want.”
    Frankie
shook his head. “No, I’ve got some pricing up to do. It’s no good putting
things on the shelves if you don’t price them, you’ve only done half a job.”
    For
a second Grace considered telling him she’d been too busy calling out for
ghosts. That would clear his hangover. Instead she said, “I wasn’t sure what
prices to put on, you’re better at that sort of thing.”
    Frankie
nodded. “That’s true. Don’t forget the ketchup on my sandwich.”
    With
that order he slouched out of the kitchen and towards the shop area. Grace
waited for a minute and then quietly called out for Pearl and Archie.
    She
waited. Still no ghostly appearances. Where were they? Grace needed to talk to
Archie urgently.
    Grace
made the bacon sandwiches and took them through to the shop. She listened as
Frankie grumbled about the match. He mentioned players’ names and their moves.
Grace had no idea what he was talking about, she had half her attention on
looking out for ghosts. She noticed that she couldn’t hear any humming. Had she
left Lily at the hotel?
    Frankie
soon had the new items priced up. When Grace opened the shop doors at nine
o’clock she was pleased to see customers already waiting.
    “Anything
new?” an old man asked as he shuffled past Grace.
    Grace
pointed towards the new stock. The man’s eyes lit up like a little boy on
Christmas morning. “By heck!” he exclaimed. “My mum used to have picture frames
like those. I’ll take them!”
    The
old man wasn’t the only one that was pleased with the new stock. Grace and
Frankie were rushed off their feet as more pensioners entered the shop. How did
they know about the new stock? Was there some sort of old-age telepathy going
on?
    Grace
chuckled to herself as she saw an old lady tapping away expertly on her phone.
Of course, they were texting their friends.
    Grace
wished she could text Pearl.
    As
if by magic, at midday the pensioners began to leave the shop. An elderly man
winked at Grace on the way out. “We’re off to bingo now. Thanks for the lovely
items, you’ve got a good eye for buying stock. We’ll be back!”
    The
door closed behind him. Grace looked at Frankie, a smile on her face.
    “There’s
no need to look so smug,” Frankie said. “You got lucky with that locker.”
    Grace
gave him a push.
    He
held his hands up. “All right! You chose well.”
    Grace
reflected that it was the locker that chose her.
    Frankie’s
phone beeped. He read the message and nodded to himself. Then he turned to
Grace and said, “There’s a replay of the match on the TV now. Do you mind if I
go upstairs and watch it? It’ll only be an hour or two.”
    “Why
would you want to watch the replay?”
    “So
I can see again how much of an idiot that referee was. Bring me a another sandwich
if you’re making one. Thanks.”
    Frankie
walked away tapping on his phone as he went. Grace marvelled at how some people
could text and walk at the same time. She hadn’t quite mastered that yet.
    Grace
heard Frankie thud upstairs. She soon heard him yelling and swearing and
presumed the replay had