The Write Dream (Storage Ghosts) by Gillian Larkin Read Free Book Online

heard him sigh.
    “Alright,
I’ll tell you. It was Sylvester Sylver! THE Sylvester Sylver on my phone! Can
you believe it? He phoned me! On my phone!”
    Frankie
looked like he could burst with excitement. Grace couldn’t help but smile at
him. She said, “What did he want?”
    “He
said he’s seen my website and he loves it! He really liked the videos that I’ve
put on, thinks they look professional.” Frankie paused and caught his breath.
Grace wondered if she should bring him a paper bag to breath into. He carried
on. “He asked if I wanted to see how the auctions worked from his point of
view. How he gets the details in the first place, how they have to check that
the storage fees are no longer being paid. Isn’t that exciting?”
    Grace
scrunched her face up a little and shrugged.
    Frankie
misread her look. “I know! It’s beyond exciting. Anyway, you’ll never guess
what Sylvester Sylver asked me. Guess, go on, guess.”
    Grace
said flatly, “Frankie, will you get to the point?”
    “He
asked me to go round to his home office! At his home! In his office! He said I
can video him going through his paperwork! How awesome is that?”
    “Very
awesome, are you going round there now?” Grace asked.
    Frankie
gave her a sceptical look. “Of course I am, what a stupid thing to ask. You’ll
be alright looking after the shop won’t you? You can close it up soon. I don’t
know what time I’ll be back.”
    Frankie
grinned at her again. His grin suddenly dropped. “Do I look okay? I bet
Sylvester’s got a mansion. Do you think I’ll have to take my shoes off?”
    Grace
smiled at him. “You’ll be fine. Go and have a good time. Of course you look
okay.”
    Frankie’s
grin returned. “Yeah, I know. See you later.”
    He
almost skipped towards the door.
    Grace
called out, “What was that thing you wanted to tell me? Something about putting
my mind at rest?”
    “I’ll
tell you tomorrow, I can’t keep Sylvester waiting.” Without a backwards glance
Frankie skipped out of the door.
    Grace
turned to look at Marie. Marie smiled at her and said, “Your brother’s
certainly full of life.”
    “He’s
a handful, you wouldn’t think he was older than me. The times I’ve had to get
him out of trouble.”
    Marie
nodded. “It was just like that with me and Brian. We argued but he’d do
anything for me.”
    “He
seems besotted with Sharon, almost as if he’s under her spell,” Grace pointed
out.
    Marie
nodded. “He never used to be that bad. He was always under her thumb but he
used to stand up to her. I wonder why he changed.”
    Grace
placed the pasta necklace on the counter. “What should we do with this? Shall I
phone Andrew and tell him about it? He could call round to collect it. Then I
could tell him about the other thing I’ve done.”
    Her
stomach quivered at the thought of that. How would Andrew take it?
    The
hair on her scalp prickled. She looked at Marie and said, “What was that? Did
you hear it?”
    Marie
looked up from the necklace. “No, sorry, I was lost in memories. What did you
hear?”
    Grace
put her head to one side and waited.
    Nothing.
    Marie
tapped her on the shoulder. Grace felt a chill there. Marie was looking at
something behind her.
    “What
is it?” Grace whispered.
    Marie
stiffened. “It’s a ghost.”
     
    Chapter 13
     
    Grace
spun around. “Where? I can’t see anything, are you sure?”
    Marie
came to her side and pointed a few feet to the left. “I’m sure. It’s the ghost
of an old lady. She’s wearing one of those housecoat things, my granny used to
wear one for doing the housework.”
    Grace
squinted and tilted her head. “I can’t see her. Can you speak to her?”
    Marie
jumped, her hand flew to her mouth. “I can certainly hear her! The old woman just
said, ‘Of course she can bloody well speak to me, I’m not an idiot.’”.
    Grace
frowned. “I can’t hear her, why can’t I hear her?”
    Marie
looked at where the old lady was, she waited a few