living?â
âIâve no idea. Weâve had too much catching up to do. We are still a long way from reaching the present.â
âMaybe sheâs in the market for a house,â Delia suggested.
âWell, youâll have plenty of chances to ask her on Sunday. Not that youâll be looking for business or anything, now will you?â Melinda laughed.
âPerish the thought,â Delia said.
âYou want a ride to work in the morning?â Melinda asked. âOr are you planning on walking again?â
This time it was Delia who could not control her laughter. Clearly the pain in her feet had started to subside. âA ride would be great. Thanks.â
Chapter Seven
âWould you like us to drop by the garage on the way into work? Weâve got plenty of time,â Melinda asked as Delia slid into the passenger seat. She had been ready and waiting for her the moment Melinda sounded her horn.
âItâs okay. Iâll give them a call when I get into work. Iâm going to give them a little time to wonder why their loaner is parked right up against their front door so they canât get in that way.â
âDelia! I canât believe that you would do something like that,â Melinda said, though even as she said it, she knew that was exactly the way she expected Delia to behave.
âWell, if theyâd still been there when they were supposed to be last night, or if they had returned my calls when they said they would, I wouldnât have had to. This would never have happened when Jez was still alive. He always called and let me know if there was a problem. He never just ignored me and hoped Iâd go away until heâd fixed it. Not that there ever seemed to be anything wrong with my car when he looked after it.â
âMaybe itâs time you changed your car,â Melinda suggested.
âBut I like this car. It was my present to myself when the business started doing well. I donât want to give it up now.â
Melinda thought that the little sports car that Delia had been driving for the last few years always looked to be a little on the small side for her, but she was always smiling when she had the top down on a sunny day. She knew that her friend would hate to have to give it up because it was becoming too expensive to maintain.
âI donât suppose youâve seen Jez again, have you?â Delia asked as they moved along in the steady flow of traffic, which all seemed to be heading in the same direction.
âHe popped by the coffee shop,â she laughed.
âWas your friend with you?â
âNo. He waited until she had left.â
âThat was very decent of him. What did he have to say?â
âNothing, really. Whenever I try to pin him down, he keeps disappearing.â
âBut surely he says something when you see him?â
âHe just keeps saying that you should look after your car.â
âIs that it? Surely he must know that itâs already in the garage? Ghosts know everything, right? Isnât that the way it works?â
âIâm starting to think that he doesnât think that his son is up to the job. I also get the feeling that he had something of a soft spot for you, Delia.â
âYouâve got to be joking. Jez? Me?â
Melinda didnât say anything. She thought it best to allow a little time to let it all sink in. Maybe she had it wrong, but the ghost certainly seemed to be worried about her for some reason. If he appeared again she was going to have to talk to him, no matter who else might be around. Maybe it was just the problem of Deliaâs car that was keeping him here. If it was, perhaps she would be able to help him into the light, but she needed to be sure of exactly what was troubling him and find out what she needed to do to help put things right. But to do that, she needed him to stay in one place long enough to have a proper
Eugene Burdick, Harvey Wheeler