down to finish his meal.
“There’s not much you can do. You didn’t sentence her to this. Is there anything she can do to get away from him?”
Marion drank some wine and replied, “Honey, I’m not an expert on the afterlife. Most of the ghosts I speak to desire to be where they are. I’ve seen men return to the Navy ships they served on. I’ve seen people return to the home they grew up in or the school they attended. This is the first time I’ve encountered someone who lived for vengeance or to punish. I’m not sure which motive Catherine originally had in mind.”
They continued eating and during dessert Gordon’s phone rang. He spoke briefly before ending the call.
“They found him and are following him.”
Later that evening Catherine returned. “He’s home and frustrated. He thinks it’s your fault he was tracked.”
“My fault? How did he come to that conclusion?”
“He knows he is still being haunted, and he knows you are the connection to the authorities.” Catherine faded out.
“He knows it’s me.”
Gordon’s brow furrowed, “I had hoped he had forgotten about you.”
“Should I be concerned?”
Gordon smiled and put his hand on hers and said, “No, he’s far away and a bit of a coward. Most pedophiles are.” Marion gave him a weak smile and put her head on his shoulder. Gordon continued, “I’m here to protect you. He won’t get close to you.”
They planned to spend Thanksgiving together alone watching football. Gordon’s family had invited them to dinner, but both Gordon and Marion felt meeting the family was too much too soon. When Thanksgiving passed, they discussed the holiday parties at their jobs. They decided it was time to attend the holiday parties as a couple.
Josh was the only person at Marion’s job that knew Gordon. She and Josh had been best friends since childhood and he had met Gordon when he stopped by Marion’s for a beer one evening. Gordon seemed leery that his girlfriend had a best friend of the male gender, but eventually accepted it.
“I see you went to Palm Springs last weekend. Did you have fun?” Josh asked with a smile.
“Oh yes, a lot of fun,” Marion answered smiling at Gordon.
Later Gordon asked Marion, “How does he know we went to Palm Springs?”
Patting her hip she replied, “He has his ways.”
Gordon reached into her hip pocket and pulled out her cell phone.
“He tracks you?”
“I told you, Josh always knows where I am. He pays the bills here, so yeah, he tracks all employees. It can come in handy sometimes.”
Gordon slipped the phone back in her pocket and said, “I’ll keep that in mind next time you’re late meeting me.”
The other employees were happy to meet Marion’s ‘significant other’ at the company holiday party. Arnie and Ken had had plenty of dealings with police and felt more than comfortable around Gordon. All the guys advised Gordon not to gamble with Marion at the batting cages. Gordon’s interest was piqued as he and Marion had not discussed playing sports. He knew she was a Dodger fan. He had planned to surprise her with season seats next season. But now he was going to have to prod her about her ability to play sports.
“What’s this I hear about you and the batting cages?” Gordon asked as they drove home.
Marion just shook her head and said, “Oh, that’s nothing, just a bunch of sore losers.”
She explained that they had gone for hot dogs one evening and the guys each gave it a go in the cages. Josh didn’t think anything of it, but the other two gambled on who could hit the most in a dollar session. Arnie hit 10 of 20 while Ken hit 11 of 20. While they were arguing over the meaning of the difference of one hit, Marion put on a helmet, grabbed a bat and put four quarters in the machine. She hit 17 out of 20. Ken and Arnie gave her the money and never went to the batting cages with her again.
Marion explained, “Josh and I used to go for hot dogs at the batting
“There’s not much you can do. You didn’t sentence her to this. Is there anything she can do to get away from him?”
Marion drank some wine and replied, “Honey, I’m not an expert on the afterlife. Most of the ghosts I speak to desire to be where they are. I’ve seen men return to the Navy ships they served on. I’ve seen people return to the home they grew up in or the school they attended. This is the first time I’ve encountered someone who lived for vengeance or to punish. I’m not sure which motive Catherine originally had in mind.”
They continued eating and during dessert Gordon’s phone rang. He spoke briefly before ending the call.
“They found him and are following him.”
Later that evening Catherine returned. “He’s home and frustrated. He thinks it’s your fault he was tracked.”
“My fault? How did he come to that conclusion?”
“He knows he is still being haunted, and he knows you are the connection to the authorities.” Catherine faded out.
“He knows it’s me.”
Gordon’s brow furrowed, “I had hoped he had forgotten about you.”
“Should I be concerned?”
Gordon smiled and put his hand on hers and said, “No, he’s far away and a bit of a coward. Most pedophiles are.” Marion gave him a weak smile and put her head on his shoulder. Gordon continued, “I’m here to protect you. He won’t get close to you.”
They planned to spend Thanksgiving together alone watching football. Gordon’s family had invited them to dinner, but both Gordon and Marion felt meeting the family was too much too soon. When Thanksgiving passed, they discussed the holiday parties at their jobs. They decided it was time to attend the holiday parties as a couple.
Josh was the only person at Marion’s job that knew Gordon. She and Josh had been best friends since childhood and he had met Gordon when he stopped by Marion’s for a beer one evening. Gordon seemed leery that his girlfriend had a best friend of the male gender, but eventually accepted it.
“I see you went to Palm Springs last weekend. Did you have fun?” Josh asked with a smile.
“Oh yes, a lot of fun,” Marion answered smiling at Gordon.
Later Gordon asked Marion, “How does he know we went to Palm Springs?”
Patting her hip she replied, “He has his ways.”
Gordon reached into her hip pocket and pulled out her cell phone.
“He tracks you?”
“I told you, Josh always knows where I am. He pays the bills here, so yeah, he tracks all employees. It can come in handy sometimes.”
Gordon slipped the phone back in her pocket and said, “I’ll keep that in mind next time you’re late meeting me.”
The other employees were happy to meet Marion’s ‘significant other’ at the company holiday party. Arnie and Ken had had plenty of dealings with police and felt more than comfortable around Gordon. All the guys advised Gordon not to gamble with Marion at the batting cages. Gordon’s interest was piqued as he and Marion had not discussed playing sports. He knew she was a Dodger fan. He had planned to surprise her with season seats next season. But now he was going to have to prod her about her ability to play sports.
“What’s this I hear about you and the batting cages?” Gordon asked as they drove home.
Marion just shook her head and said, “Oh, that’s nothing, just a bunch of sore losers.”
She explained that they had gone for hot dogs one evening and the guys each gave it a go in the cages. Josh didn’t think anything of it, but the other two gambled on who could hit the most in a dollar session. Arnie hit 10 of 20 while Ken hit 11 of 20. While they were arguing over the meaning of the difference of one hit, Marion put on a helmet, grabbed a bat and put four quarters in the machine. She hit 17 out of 20. Ken and Arnie gave her the money and never went to the batting cages with her again.
Marion explained, “Josh and I used to go for hot dogs at the batting
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