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Though
he’d deny it if she pointed that out.
    She
said, “I do want to help out, I think we’re finally starting to make a profit.
Would you mind if I took a few hours off first? I’ve got something to do.”
    Frankie
grinned at her and jerked his thumb towards the security survey. “Have you got
someone else coming round? Say no more, I’ll get out of your way.”
    Grace
sighed and looked towards the ceiling. Let him think what he wanted to, she had
other things on her mind.
    Frankie
stood up. He looked down at her. “Switch your phone on. See you later.”
    Grace
saw him out and then returned to the living room. Marie was now sitting on the
sofa, her eyes on the paper that Andrew had written on.
    Marie
said, “What are we going to do now? I was hoping that once he saw my belongings
he’d know you were telling the truth. Then he would be more open to talking to
you.”
    Grace
sat down. She switched her phone on. She had 3 messages, all from Frankie. His
tone was casual but Grace could hear the worry in his voice as he asked where
she was. He was a pain most of the time but it was nice to have someone care
about her.
    She
turned her attention back to Marie. “Can you tell me more about Brian and
Sharon? Did they know about Andrew and his writing plans?”
    Marie
nodded. “Ever since he was little he wrote stories, he used to read them out to
anyone who would listen. Brian and Sharon loved listening to him. He once wrote
a story about them having super powers, they kept that one.”
    “Do
you think that he grew out of his writing?” Grace asked. “When I lost my
parents I was working at a school teaching history. After the accident I went
back but I didn’t feel the same about my job.”
    Grace
didn’t mention the public breakdown that she’d had in front of everyone at
school. Frankie had said that she’d gone back to work too soon after their
parents died. Grace agreed but she’d also felt depressed by the thought of
spending years in a classroom teaching the same things every year.
    Marie
put her hand over her heart and said, “I can feel it. I know he wants to be a
writer. I didn’t think ... dead people were supposed to feel anything but I can
feel his sadness about his present life. Writing brings him alive but this
security job feels like it it’s a living death for him. He’s my son, I want him
to have the life he deserves. Do you understand what I mean?”
    “I
do, my dad always said that he wanted me to be happy, no matter where I ended
up. We need to find out why Andrew changed his mind. Was it money? Maybe he
didn’t have enough for university. I know people get loans to help them but a
lot of students need financial help from home too.”
    “Money
wasn’t an issue. My husband left a generous amount to us in his will. I’d also taken
out a life policy when we first got married. And I had my wage coming in so I
was able to put a small amount away in savings for Andrew’s future.”
    “You
said Andrew was 14 when you died, where did your money go? Did he have a bank
account?” Grace asked.
    Marie
shifted on the sofa and waited a moment as if gathering her thoughts. “When I
found out about the cancer, and that there was nothing I could do, I had to
make quick plans for Andrew’s future. I had a long talk with Sharon and Brian.
They insisted on taking Andrew in. I told them about the money. Sharon
suggested that Andrew could receive the money when he was 18, in time for him
to go to university. I wanted to give them money to look after Andrew but they
both said no. I arranged it anyway. I made my will out in Brian’s name. I
didn’t want him and Sharon to struggle financially. Bringing up a teenager is
expensive! They grow every two minutes and eat enough for a family.”
    Grace
felt uncomfortable asking the next question. “Did you trust Sharon and Brian to
give the money to Andrew when he was 18?”
    Marie
looked shocked. “Of course I trusted them! I wanted Brian to have the