She shook her head no. “No, I mean there is no here nor there. In the eternal, those basic ways we deal with existence do not apply.”
My head started to hurt right behind my left eye; it was like I was back in high school trying to understand algebra.
GM saw the expression on my face and kept going anyway. “Listen to me. What do you think would happen to this world,” she spread her arms, “if there was no now, then, here nor there?”
My eyes flew open wide as an image of the world—cities and forests, mountains and oceans folding and blending into each other, creating some kind of vortex of destruction—flashed in my mind. I gasped. Every living thing, dying in the most terrifying way imaginable. No, not dying... “Ceasing to exist,” I whispered. I staggered; my camera dropping to the ground as I held my head, trying to catch my breath.
“Yes, Keira... ceasing to exist.”
“Wait a minute!” My hand shot out and I pointed at her. “You put that vision in my head!”
GM shook her head slowly. “No Keira, my abilities lie in being able to share what you’re thinking, yes; but I’m unable to put thoughts into your mind. I felt you experiencing it, yes; I saw it in your head, but that vision you had was like the one you had in your bedroom of Sam’s past life. I didn’t put those there.”
“But... but how did I see it then?” I was still trying to catch my breath from the horror of it all. I’ve seen planets destroyed tons of times in the movies... but I felt this utter destruction!
GM stepped up to me and put her arms around me. “It’s because you are very much like me, dear. Very, very much like me.” She held me to her and began to rub my back. “The vision has passed now, Keira... you’re safe.” She guided me to a lawn bench which was nearby and sat us both down on it. Still stroking my back, she gave a small laugh. “When I had that vision the first time, I fainted.” Hugging me she said, “You got angry! You’re a very strong woman, do you know that?”
Strong? I felt as weak as a kitten.
“Yes, strong. And we’re not finished.” She tilted my face toward her own. “My mission has been to protect The Veil. To keep that premonition you just had from happening. If too many spirits stay on this side of it, their eternalness will disrupt this side.” She took a breath and spoke softly, “And probably the other side as well.”
“Reality.”
“Yes. Reality.”
My head hung to my side, resting on her own. “So you want me to help you save the universe.”
“More or less.”
“Oh.”
We sat silently holding hands.
***
I had closed my eyes for a few minutes. I didn’t think about what GM just told me, it was too big. I just let my thoughts float around aimlessly.
I sat up with a jerk and turned to her. “Ghostbusting doesn’t pay well, does it?”
She snorted. “I hate that term! No, it really doesn’t.”
My eyes narrowed. “But you’re a whiz at investing?”
“I’ve had some help.”
“Oh?”
“I know where you’re going, Keira. Yes, I’ve had help from someone from the other side.”
“The stock market. You somehow use spirits to get stock tips?”
She laughed and it was like a bell tinkling. “Gives a whole new meaning to insider trading, doesn’t it?” At my shocked expression, her chin lowered and she smiled. “I only did it to have the freedom for pursuing my real work. But, I guess we can justify anything if we put our mind to it.” She laughed again.
“Time doesn’t really exist on that plane. In life, we think in linear terms... the past, present and the future. But there, it doesn’t exist. My friend, Ralph, had worked the markets all his life. His interest didn’t die with his body. He enjoyed giving me information, tips, which made me very wealthy.” She pointed to the house. “He was here for years and years before he moved on. Sort of like Sam and Molly, except he stayed here for my sake, not because he didn’t want to move on. After he moved on, I hired living investment managers. The rest is history.”
I straightened, looking over at her again. “That was interfering in time... and even space, what you did. Is this what you meant? But the world didn’t collapse or anything when you did it. So what was the harm?”
“You have a point. But I’m a single, isolated case, and Ralph did move on when I was financially set.”
“Puts a whole new spin on ‘Angel Investor’,” I smirked.
GM got a far away look in her eyes. “Hmm... I never thought of that... maybe he was...” She cleared her throat and her face became solemn. “Keira. Imagine if there were hundreds like me short-circuiting the financial markets? It would be chaotic. My ultimate goal was altruistic. Could the same be said of most people?”
“No. All you have to do is read how corporations are causing havoc as it is, GM.”
“I shudder at the thought of some Wall Street hedge-fund manager with that sort of information,” she said. “The economy and state of the world is bad enough as it is, don’t you think?”
I recalled that derelict at the subway station last week. Wealthiest city on the planet and he didn’t have socks. “Yeah,” I sighed. “But... speaking of wealth... the inheritance... I still don’t know what it is you want of me. I mean... there’s got to be a catch.” Call me cynical but she’d offered that inheritance pretty damned fast when I said I was going to leave.
For a long moment she watched me silently, her gaze softly meeting mine. “I don’t offer this lightly, Keira. If there was any other way, believe me I’d jump at the chance to take it. Don’t get me wrong. My work with safeguarding The Veil has been infinitely rewarding. I have helped many people, both living and dead. But, I’m not without enemies doing this. Powerful enemies. Here and in the next plane of existence.”
A shiver went down my spine despite the warmth of the day. If I was to carry on her life’s work which she had intimated was her intention, then I’d not only inherit her wealth, I’d inherit her enemies too.
TWELVE
LATER, WE SAT IN THE SUNROOM eating a lunch of toasted tomato sandwiches and tossed garden salad. All thoughts of exploring the grounds and river were abandoned with her revelations in the rose garden.
Lawrence had only appeared long enough to serve lunch before muttering something about catching up with the laundry. Did he know about the inheritance? That she’d made me her heir? I still wasn’t sure about him but for the time being, there were more important things to think about than her elderly guy Friday.
“So tell me more about these enemies of yours. I mean, they must be pretty scary if you sent Mom away for her protection.” I looked down into the bowl of leafy green lettuce and cucumber, toying with it as I spoke. I still wasn’t sure I was going to agree to any of this... not until I knew what I was up against.
GM dabbed the corners of her mouth and set the napkin back on her lap. “I can’t tell you their names. In all honesty, I don’t know that. If I did, well, it would be so much simpler. But, I know when they are close.” Her face had dropped and there was an iron glint in her eyes.
“But why? Why would anyone, here or in the next stage of existence want to stop you? Is it the money? Some greedy people who want to do what you did... use the next plane for profit on the stock market? Or even power?” My lips twitched as I pictured a Darth Vader type or even Dr. Evil in the Austin Powers movie.
Her chin rose and she smiled. “If it were only so. That, I could easily deal with. No. I’m afraid it’s anarchy that they desire. The end of everything as we know it. They’ve come close a few times and I barely escaped with my sanity, let alone my life. “
The doorbell rang.
I jerked in my chair and stared at her. Her eyes mirrored mine. We were both thinking the same thing. Was it them?
Her hand went to her throat and she sighed. “Can you get that, Keira? Lawrence is upstairs and he might not have heard it.”
“Are you expect
ing anyone?” I forced my heart back down from where it had leapt into my throat. All this talk about enemies and the supernatural was getting to me.
She shook her head no.
“Okaaay then. Be right back.” As I was leaving the room the bell rang again. “Hold on!” I pulled the door open and there stood a woman, around my own age in a white uniform shirt and navy shorts. In her hand was an envelope and an electronic clipboard. Her head pulled back and her gray eyes were almost as round as mine, staring back at me.
“Hi. I’ve got a registered letter for Mrs. York. Is she around?” Her brown hair was tied up in a pony tail but a few stray wisps framed the sides of her face. A smattering of freckles crossed the ridge of a small nose above a tentative grin.
I reached out to take the letter from her. “That’s my grandmother. I can sign for her.” It was weird. I was already feeling like the lady of the manor.
She handed it to me and then lifted the gadget, clicking the plastic pen on the smooth surface. “Sign here.” Her eyes were filled with question marks looking at me. “I’m Gwen Jones. I’ve been delivering mail here for years and I’ve never seen you before. Is Lawrence okay?”
I chuckled seeing her confusion as I scratched my signature on her board. “He’s fine. He’s just busy right now. I’m Keira Swanson. This is my first visit from New York.”
Her eyebrows rose and she nodded. “Oh! Well, that’s nice.” She dodged to the side and peeked into the foyer. “I haven’t seen your grandmother or Lawrence in a while. The odd time I see her outside, clipping leaves from her plants. She’s nice. I like your grandmother.”
I laughed at her sneaking a peek around me. What did she think? That this was some home invasion and they were tied up in some room behind me? “Yeah. She’s pretty cool.” I wasn’t going to add anything about Lawrence. “Thanks.” I started to close the door, where she was still trying to examine behind me.
“Yeah. Yeah, right. Have a good day!” I closed the door and as I walked back through the foyer, Lawrence’s voice called out.
“Who was that, Keira?” He stood at the railing on the second floor, staring down at me.
I waved the letter high in my hand. “Just the mail lady. She gave me a registered letter for GM.” I continued on my way but could hear him muttering as he stepped back.
“GM indeed,” he sniffed.
Whatever. When I entered the sunroom, GM was gazing down at her plate, totally in her own world. “It was just the mail lady... Gwen. She asked about you.” I tossed the letter next to her plate.
Ignoring it, she smiled. “She’s a nice girl.” She folded her hands on her lap and cleared her throat. “Keira? In my bedroom is a small embroidered pillow on my love seat. Would you mind getting it for me?”
I blinked and then popped to my feet once more. “Sure thing.”
I made my way over to her bedroom and went in. A large bed with a red satin spread sat against the far wall, while a set of French doors next to it showed the side of the property and her rose garden. When I stepped inside, the wall opposite her bed showed a floor-to-ceiling wall of shelves filled with books. The love seat sofa sat next to it and sure enough, there was a blue pillow embroidered with white flowers, tucked into the arm. Unlike the other rooms, my feet sank into wall-to-wall beige carpeting as I strode over to get the pillow. The air in the room was warm with an overlay of the scent of roses.
When I picked up the pillow, I stopped short. A wave of dizziness washed through my head and I grasped the arm of the sofa. The image of an old woman, her white hair swept back from a tanned and wrinkled face flashed in my mind. Her eyes were small and dark like a bird’s behind thick glasses which perched on her fleshy nose. Sadness flooded through me and I hugged the pillow into my leaden stomach.
The pillow was the last Mother’s Day gift from her son. He’d given it to her and then boarded the train with the other troops. It was the last time she saw him. A tear rolled down my cheek and I brushed it away with the back of my hand. The old woman had held that pillow and spilled many tears into the old tattered fabric.
I took a deep breath and counted to ten. What was happening to me? The woman had felt so real in my head, her sorrow consuming me. This had never happened with any other object I’d touched. My shoulders squared and I walked back out of the room. GM had known about the pillow. It was another one of her ‘tests’. But instead of fear, this time the emotion was sorrow.
As I walked under the set of stairs, still clutching the pillow—the name Helen and then Jeremy—popped into my head. The mother and her son. My forehead was furrowed trying to puzzle this out. Why now? Why had this never happened before if I had this so-called gift?
When I stepped into the sunroom, GM’s head rose and her eyes focused on mine. She also looked sad... but more than that, she looked tired and old. The bit of color that had been in her cheeks when we were outside earlier, and at lunch, had faded and there was a gray pallor to her skin.
I paused, staring into her eyes. “Helen and Jeremy. But you knew that, didn’t you?”
She nodded and then leaned forward. “Can you put the pillow behind me?”
When I tucked the pillow in, more of her hair had escaped the French roll like she’d just got out of bed or something. “You knew I’d feel Helen’s sadness didn’t you?” It was still there actually, sitting like a lump, low in my gut.
“I’d hoped.” She sat back, a small smile turning her lips. “You not only have clairvoyance but you have psychometric ability. Just touching the pillow, you were able to know the story behind it.”
I took a seat and hunched forward looking at her. “But why now, GM? I’ve never done this before.” In all the time in New York, never once had I seen a spirit or touched objects and got mental movies from them. This was beyond weird. I felt wobbly, like I’d drunk a bottle of wine but my mind was still clear.
“I bought this place because of the psychic energy in this house... on the grounds. If any of your gifts were to emerge, I knew it would happen here.” Her hand closed over mine and she squeezed it. “Even the pillow... I picked it up in an antique store, but with you in mind.” Her eyes closed for a minute and it looked like she was dozing off.
“GM? Are you all right?” My eyes opened wider as a surge of concern filled me. She was old... and she looked worn-out right then.
Her eyes fluttered open and she grasped her cane, banging it on the floor a few times. “Keira. I’m afraid I’ll need to lie down now. All of this has tired me.” She smiled. “I’m pleased with you. We’ll talk again at dinner.”
Lawrence appeared and his face was flushed from the speed he’d taken to get there so quick. His eyes narrowed, peering at me like I’d done something horrid to GM. He rushed forward and his hand cupped her shoulder. “Are you okay, Pamela?”
She looked up at him and smiled. “Of course, dear. Just tired is all. I’ll go for my nap early today.” She rose to her feet and I watched the two of them, hunched and plodding like exhausted pack animals, leave the room.
The blue upholstered pillow sat in the chair like an accusation.
My shoulders drooped lower. That poor woman, Helen, had cherished the pillow, the last gift from her son. Since I’d been there I’d only sent one text to my mother—something which was as easy as breathing in this day and age. Just as Jeremy had been Helen’s only child, I was Mom’s only child.
With a sigh of guilt, I pulled my cell phone from my pocket. Of course, now that I wasn’t planning on leaving I had a full signal. My fingers flew over the keypad. It was just a quick note to let her know I hadn’t dropped off the face of the earth and that well... despite sending me to GM’s house, I still loved her. I glanced over at the cushion and rose to my feet. There! I sent a text to my mother, okay?
Having dealt with the Helen and Jeremy guilt pillow, I stretched and sighed again. This house and everything GM had told me today was closing in on me. Ghosts in my bedroom, guilt pillows, and saving reality all in one day. This place
was starting to press in on me. I needed a dose of normal like a junkie needed a fix. Plus, I hadn’t been out of the house in two days!
I raced upstairs, slowing down when I got to the few steps below my room. Taking a deep breath, I walked up and scanned the sitting area from one side to the other. There were no ghosts and things were exactly as I had left them. I changed out of the shorts and threw a pair of jeans on.
“You’ll take care of my shorts, won’t you, Molly?” So weird. Having a ghostly maid.
I picked up my purse and slung the strap over my shoulder. There was still twenty dollars in it—enough to buy me a coffee when I got to the city. Surely, there would be a Starbucks... and some people close to my age hanging around there. I’d leave a note for Lawrence that I borrowed the car. If I didn’t, he’d probably be on the phone so fast it’d make your head spin and there’d be an all-points police warrant or something out on me.
Just a short sanity break, a chance to catch my breath.
Lord knows, I’d earned it.
THIRTEEN
WITH THE WINDOW ROLLED DOWN AND THE RADIO BLASTING, I maneuvered the land yacht down the highway, breaking the speed limit if not the sound barrier. The wind lifted my hair and my fingers kept a steady beat on the leather clad steering wheel. Freedom!
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