Unfinished Business An Angela Panther Novel (A Chick-lit Paranormal book) (The Angela Panther Series) by Carolyn Ridder Aspenson Page A
Authors: Carolyn Ridder Aspenson
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remembered the story from the paper. She said you cried about that, and she knew there was no way a three-year-old could possibly know about it.”
Finally, my voice returned. “So, what did she do?”
“She put you in the car and took you straight to the bakery. She told the woman she thought this was crazy, but she had to do it, and didn’t care if she believed you or not, but her daughter couldn’t make this up at just three years old, and that she knew for a fact you didn’t know about it and she wanted you to be able to do this so Bob would leave you alone. Wow. Your mother can talk faster than any spirit I’ve ever encountered.”
Mel didn’t laugh. I figured it was hard to with her mouth dropped open.
“Did the woman believe me?”
“Yes. Your mother said that when you told her he was very upset about the dog, the woman broke down and cried. Apparently the woman told your mother that her husband adored that dog.”
“Wow. I can’t believe I don’t remember that.”
Linda took another sip from her water bottle. My throat suddenly felt dry and I asked her if I could have a bottle too. She grabbed one from the mini-fridge behind her and handed it to me. I unscrewed the top and quickly guzzled two-thirds of the bottle.
“Angela, your mother tells me there were a few other incidents, too. She said she spoke to your uncle Ernie about it, but never really told anyone else, including your father. Your uncle had the gift, and they both believed it was passed on to you through your maternal grandmother.”
“But if that’s true, why haven’t I been seeing ghosts all my life?”
“Children can see spirits easily because they are trusting and naïve, and don’t know that it’s not considered normal, for lack of a better word. Unfortunately, as they age, society teaches them that this type of communication is impossible, and sometimes even satanic, so we shut it off or push it back. We learn to expand our basic five senses, often forgetting that sixth sense ever even existed. Sometimes we discover it again later in life, such as you have, and other times it never re-appears.”
“Your mother tells me it didn’t happen often, only a few times, really, and that after a while, it just stopped. She considered telling you about it years later, but decided it was best to let sleeping dogs lie.”
It would have been best to let sleeping dogs still lie, actually, but I guess that wasn’t an option. “So, why now? Why is this happening now?”
Linda shook her head and sighed. “Because of your mother. She wanted to see if you could see her...see if you still had the ability to see spirits, so she appeared to you, and, as she said, ‘the rest is history’ . ”
“Oh my God,” Mel said.
I was too stunned to kick her.
I clenched my hands into fists under the table. “Okay. Lemme get this straight. What you’re telling me is that, as a child, I saw dead people – hung out with them in my family room, apparently – and then I didn’t, and now, thanks to my mother, it’s all going to happen again?”
Mel grabbed hold of my hand under the table, but I pulled it away, got up and paced around the small room. I shook my head back and forth. “No. No, thanks. I don’t want this. Tell her I don’t want this. Tell her to make it stop. Seeing my mom, that’s fine, but that’s where I draw the line. I am not going to be one of those whack jobs that goes around telling people where their dead father hid his life insurance policy. I am not a freak.”
“Ang,” Mel whispered and tilted her head toward psychic Linda.
Oh. “I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re not a freak. This is just a lot for me to deal with right now. I don’t mean to offend you, really, but this is way over my head.” I grabbed my purse, took $125 from my wallet and tossed it onto the table. “Thank you very much for your time. Mel, let’s go.”
I turned around and walked out the door.
It took Mel about five minutes to get to
Finally, my voice returned. “So, what did she do?”
“She put you in the car and took you straight to the bakery. She told the woman she thought this was crazy, but she had to do it, and didn’t care if she believed you or not, but her daughter couldn’t make this up at just three years old, and that she knew for a fact you didn’t know about it and she wanted you to be able to do this so Bob would leave you alone. Wow. Your mother can talk faster than any spirit I’ve ever encountered.”
Mel didn’t laugh. I figured it was hard to with her mouth dropped open.
“Did the woman believe me?”
“Yes. Your mother said that when you told her he was very upset about the dog, the woman broke down and cried. Apparently the woman told your mother that her husband adored that dog.”
“Wow. I can’t believe I don’t remember that.”
Linda took another sip from her water bottle. My throat suddenly felt dry and I asked her if I could have a bottle too. She grabbed one from the mini-fridge behind her and handed it to me. I unscrewed the top and quickly guzzled two-thirds of the bottle.
“Angela, your mother tells me there were a few other incidents, too. She said she spoke to your uncle Ernie about it, but never really told anyone else, including your father. Your uncle had the gift, and they both believed it was passed on to you through your maternal grandmother.”
“But if that’s true, why haven’t I been seeing ghosts all my life?”
“Children can see spirits easily because they are trusting and naïve, and don’t know that it’s not considered normal, for lack of a better word. Unfortunately, as they age, society teaches them that this type of communication is impossible, and sometimes even satanic, so we shut it off or push it back. We learn to expand our basic five senses, often forgetting that sixth sense ever even existed. Sometimes we discover it again later in life, such as you have, and other times it never re-appears.”
“Your mother tells me it didn’t happen often, only a few times, really, and that after a while, it just stopped. She considered telling you about it years later, but decided it was best to let sleeping dogs lie.”
It would have been best to let sleeping dogs still lie, actually, but I guess that wasn’t an option. “So, why now? Why is this happening now?”
Linda shook her head and sighed. “Because of your mother. She wanted to see if you could see her...see if you still had the ability to see spirits, so she appeared to you, and, as she said, ‘the rest is history’ . ”
“Oh my God,” Mel said.
I was too stunned to kick her.
I clenched my hands into fists under the table. “Okay. Lemme get this straight. What you’re telling me is that, as a child, I saw dead people – hung out with them in my family room, apparently – and then I didn’t, and now, thanks to my mother, it’s all going to happen again?”
Mel grabbed hold of my hand under the table, but I pulled it away, got up and paced around the small room. I shook my head back and forth. “No. No, thanks. I don’t want this. Tell her I don’t want this. Tell her to make it stop. Seeing my mom, that’s fine, but that’s where I draw the line. I am not going to be one of those whack jobs that goes around telling people where their dead father hid his life insurance policy. I am not a freak.”
“Ang,” Mel whispered and tilted her head toward psychic Linda.
Oh. “I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re not a freak. This is just a lot for me to deal with right now. I don’t mean to offend you, really, but this is way over my head.” I grabbed my purse, took $125 from my wallet and tossed it onto the table. “Thank you very much for your time. Mel, let’s go.”
I turned around and walked out the door.
It took Mel about five minutes to get to
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