It's A Wonderful Midlife Crisis (Good To The Last Death #1) - Robyn Peterman Page 0,67
thing, Suzy. I promise I’ll take care of this for you.”
All of a sudden, I witnessed Suzy morph from a decomposing cadaver into the cutest little old woman I’d ever seen. The very same ethereal and somewhat blinding golden glow that had surrounded Sam, now wrapped Suzy in its silky loving arms.
“Thank you, Daisy. I can go now.”
“Have a good trip,” I whispered as Suzy Jones faded away with a serene smile on her wrinkled and lovely face.
I sat at the table for a long moment and absorbed what had just happened. I checked my notes and made sure everything that Suzy had wanted was legible and clear. I didn’t want to mess anything up for her. I’d given her my promise and I kept my promises.
It was curious that Gram never saw anyone go into the light. Maybe she didn’t stick around long enough. It was truly beautiful. Looking down at the paperwork from the office, I shook my head and sighed. I’d have to get it done later. I had a big backup of dead squatters in my house at the moment and now that I knew how to help them, I felt compelled to do so.
With an eye roll aimed at myself, I got a fresh piece of paper out and got comfortable in my chair.
“Next,” I yelled as a very excited ghost floated into my kitchen.
It was going to be a long day. It was a good thing I had a lot of coffee on hand.
A very good thing.
Chapter Seventeen
“If anyone else wants a ticket to the afterlife, grunt now or hold your peace till tomorrow,” I called out, glancing at my watch and blinking my eyes to make sure I was seeing the time correctly.
Had I really sat in the same chair for five and a half hours straight and talked to dead people? It was four o’clock. I hadn’t eaten lunch and I hadn’t even gotten up to pee.
A stack of fifty sheets of paper sat neatly in front of me. I’d made sure to use a new sheet for each of my dead friends. I was being anal, but the stakes were high. It had been the most fascinating day I’d had in a long time—maybe ever.
Propping my elbows on the table and resting my chin in my hands, I thought about James and Randy and Sondra and Kyle and the many others. There were so many wonderful people living in my house, and I hadn’t even known. To me, they’d become the nuisances who were leaving their body parts lying around and needed their heads glued back on.
But they were more than that.
The dead were all people with stories and histories. It surprised me how long many of them had been dead. I suppose it shouldn’t have. They’d been hanging around for a month before I even admitted they weren’t a figment of my imagination.
James Walton—seventy-four, a doctor in life who had three grown kids, a wonderful wife and adored meteor showers—had died ten months ago. He was able to tell me in a stilted way that he’d had a hard time finding me—or rather, Gram, since she was running the show ten months ago. No one had been able to clue me in as to why my little sleepy Georgia town was the place for the dead to gather. I’d have to remember to ask Gram.
“Crap. Gram,” I said, picking up the phone and dialing her number. I couldn’t wait to tell her about today. Considering she was the only one I could talk to about it, I needed her take. I’d skip the part about mind-diving into John’s head. Worrying her was unnecessary.
After five rings, her nurse picked up.
“Hey, it’s Daisy,” I said, wondering why Gram hadn’t answered her phone.
“Oh, hi, sweetie,” Gloria said warmly.
“Can Gram talk?”
“She sleeping, honey. Just nodded off after watching Bob Barker do his thing for the past three hours,” she said with a chuckle. “She kicked my ass good in the big showcase.”
“Okay,” I said, feeling calmer. Gloria was always straight with me. “Should I come over tonight or wait until tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow,” she told me. “She’s gonna sleep for a while now. She’s doing good. Ate all her lunch today.”
I was disappointed, but the news was terrific about her eating. “If you’re still there when she wakes up, tell her I love her, please.”
Gloria laughed. “She told me to tell you the same thing when you called. Relax, sugar. Gram’s in good hands.”