Connie nodded and said, “I
think they came to the shop once! Your mum told me your name and I
remember thinking what a lovely name you had. I remember your
brother now too. Well! Isn’t that funny? We’ve met before. Oh look,
we’re here already.”
Grace pulled
into the main car park and soon found a space. She turned the
engine off and said to Connie, “I won’t be able to talk to you in
front of other people. When I’ve helped other ghosts and needed to
tell them something I’ve typed a text on my phone and shown it to
them. I might do that with you, if that’s okay.”
“ Of
course. Let’s get going. I wonder if the factory has
changed.”
Connie whooshed
through the door and towards the factory. She never got a chance to
see if the factory had changed.
“ I’m
sorry but Mr Vincent isn’t in today, he’s working from home,” the
receptionist informed them.
“ Are
you sure,” Grace asked slowly, giving Connie a chance to whip
around to the other side of the desk. Grace tried to look casual as
Connie floated through the receptionist’s body and peered at the
book in front of her. Connie looked over at Grace and said, “He’s
definitely at home. Let’s go.”
Grace declined
to leave a message. It was lovely having Connie with her but she
moved at a fast pace, was this how she had been in
business?
Following
instructions from Connie they arrived at Vincent’s home twenty
minutes later. Grace stopped the van and stared at the house in
front of her. In her stunned state all she could manage to mutter
was, “Are you kidding?”
Chapter 26
“ It’s quite impressive, isn’t it? Alfred had it built when the
business took off,” Connie said.
Grace looked
from left to right. “It’s like a mansion! I wasn’t expecting this.”
A brass plaque on the wall caught her eye. “Is it really called
‘Flamingo Hall’?”
“ It
is,” Connie said proudly. “Are you going to drive in?”
Grace looked at
the driveway, it was made of actual gravel, not tarmac or block
paving. She said, “I don’t want to mess it up. What if I leave
flakes of rust on it?”
Connie waved a
hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about that, someone will clean it
up. Drive up to the door. It looks like Vincent’s at home, and
Mirabelle too.”
Grace drove
cautiously along the gravel drive. She stopped a respectful
distance from two expensive cars. As she switched off the engine
she was beginning to regret her Christmas trousers. But what else
could she wear? She didn’t own any evening dresses.
As if reading
her mind Connie said, “You look fine as you are. Come on, hurry up.
I can’t wait to see Vincent and Mirabelle. I wonder what she’s
wearing today, she always looks so glamorous. Vincent did well
marrying her, probably married above himself but I shouldn’t really
say that.”
Grace walked up
the stone steps to the huge front doors. She felt like she was in
an episode of Downton Abbey. The feeling increased as a butler
answered the door, a polite and professional smile on his
face.
Grace blinked a
few times. Was she imagining him? No, he was still there, in his
butler’s uniform. She realised he was waiting for her to
speak.
“ I
wanted to speak to Vincent, erm, Mr Vincent Flamingo,” Grace
managed to say. She almost felt like curtseying.
The butler
nodded and said, “And whom shall I say is calling?”
“ Grace, Miss Grace Abrahams. Thank you.”
“ Please come in, I’ll see if Mr Vincent can see
you.”
The door was
held open, Grace stepped inside. She pressed her lips together to
stop her mouth hanging open in awe. She waited until the butler had
walked down to the hall and into a room and then she had a good
stare around.
She hissed to
Connie, “You could have warned me, I would have worn better shoes!”
She looked down at her feet. “Should I take my shoes off? Is that
what people do?”
Connie had a
proud smile on her face. “Mirabelle has done an excellent job on
this
think they came to the shop once! Your mum told me your name and I
remember thinking what a lovely name you had. I remember your
brother now too. Well! Isn’t that funny? We’ve met before. Oh look,
we’re here already.”
Grace pulled
into the main car park and soon found a space. She turned the
engine off and said to Connie, “I won’t be able to talk to you in
front of other people. When I’ve helped other ghosts and needed to
tell them something I’ve typed a text on my phone and shown it to
them. I might do that with you, if that’s okay.”
“ Of
course. Let’s get going. I wonder if the factory has
changed.”
Connie whooshed
through the door and towards the factory. She never got a chance to
see if the factory had changed.
“ I’m
sorry but Mr Vincent isn’t in today, he’s working from home,” the
receptionist informed them.
“ Are
you sure,” Grace asked slowly, giving Connie a chance to whip
around to the other side of the desk. Grace tried to look casual as
Connie floated through the receptionist’s body and peered at the
book in front of her. Connie looked over at Grace and said, “He’s
definitely at home. Let’s go.”
Grace declined
to leave a message. It was lovely having Connie with her but she
moved at a fast pace, was this how she had been in
business?
Following
instructions from Connie they arrived at Vincent’s home twenty
minutes later. Grace stopped the van and stared at the house in
front of her. In her stunned state all she could manage to mutter
was, “Are you kidding?”
Chapter 26
“ It’s quite impressive, isn’t it? Alfred had it built when the
business took off,” Connie said.
Grace looked
from left to right. “It’s like a mansion! I wasn’t expecting this.”
A brass plaque on the wall caught her eye. “Is it really called
‘Flamingo Hall’?”
“ It
is,” Connie said proudly. “Are you going to drive in?”
Grace looked at
the driveway, it was made of actual gravel, not tarmac or block
paving. She said, “I don’t want to mess it up. What if I leave
flakes of rust on it?”
Connie waved a
hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about that, someone will clean it
up. Drive up to the door. It looks like Vincent’s at home, and
Mirabelle too.”
Grace drove
cautiously along the gravel drive. She stopped a respectful
distance from two expensive cars. As she switched off the engine
she was beginning to regret her Christmas trousers. But what else
could she wear? She didn’t own any evening dresses.
As if reading
her mind Connie said, “You look fine as you are. Come on, hurry up.
I can’t wait to see Vincent and Mirabelle. I wonder what she’s
wearing today, she always looks so glamorous. Vincent did well
marrying her, probably married above himself but I shouldn’t really
say that.”
Grace walked up
the stone steps to the huge front doors. She felt like she was in
an episode of Downton Abbey. The feeling increased as a butler
answered the door, a polite and professional smile on his
face.
Grace blinked a
few times. Was she imagining him? No, he was still there, in his
butler’s uniform. She realised he was waiting for her to
speak.
“ I
wanted to speak to Vincent, erm, Mr Vincent Flamingo,” Grace
managed to say. She almost felt like curtseying.
The butler
nodded and said, “And whom shall I say is calling?”
“ Grace, Miss Grace Abrahams. Thank you.”
“ Please come in, I’ll see if Mr Vincent can see
you.”
The door was
held open, Grace stepped inside. She pressed her lips together to
stop her mouth hanging open in awe. She waited until the butler had
walked down to the hall and into a room and then she had a good
stare around.
She hissed to
Connie, “You could have warned me, I would have worn better shoes!”
She looked down at her feet. “Should I take my shoes off? Is that
what people do?”
Connie had a
proud smile on her face. “Mirabelle has done an excellent job on
this
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