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have a proposition for you.” John
Blackwick revealed.
    “Regarding what?” Brigit demanded. Her voice
was shaking. Her anger was rising. She hated being pushed to the
point where her anger would take control of her. It had always been
such a draining emotion and Brigit had often been able to avoid it
easily. Today, at the sight of John Blackwick, her anger suddenly
seemed too near the surface and she didn’t care.
    “I have a job offer.”
    “A job offer? I’m dead, Mr. Blackwick, as you
so eloquently pointed out last week. What kind of job can a ghost
do?” He wasn’t making any sense to her and it seemed to only urge
her anger to rise all the quicker.
    “There is a point, Brigit, where phantoms
have the potential to become something more. You possess skills
that I am most interested in and it is obvious to me that you have
no intention of letting go of the life you had. I have a way to
maintain some level of connection to it, if that is your true
intention. It’s a choice you have to make, darling.”
    “You’re not making any sense,” Brigit snapped
at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
    “I’m talking about an opportunity to remain.
Are you interested?”
    Brigit glared hard at him. The urge to raise
her fist and punch him square in the nose was still riding through
her mind even though a tiny spark of interest was beginning to form
behind the urge. She kept her silence as he reached inside his
breast pocket and withdrew a small business card before extending
it out to her.
    “If you think about it, meet me at the
Bleecker Street Café tomorrow and I’ll explain your options.
Otherwise, I’ll have no choice but to carry out my assignment in
regard to you, Brigit Malone.” There was a suddenly a serious tone
to his words and Brigit felt a small shiver run down her spine.
Something about the seemingly serene man before her suddenly felt
very menacing.
    “Is that a threat?” She asked, her own tone
matching the seriousness of his.
    “No, love, it’s a promise.”
    Brigit snapped the card quickly from John
Blackwick’s extended hand and spun on her heel, turning her back on
him. As she strode away, she heard his voice in her head.
    “Enjoy the celebration of your memory,
Brigit. Soon, their lives will move on and you will still be here.
Make your choice wisely, love…”

4: Someone to Watch Over

    Brigit had gone home along with the crowd
that had attended her funeral. Once there, the food was brought out
and the wine began to flow. Her friends had spared no expense in
honoring her memory. They had hired caterers and ordered Brigit’s
favorite wine by the case. Glass upon glass was filled as stories
were told about their various experiences with Brigit Malone and
Maggie Devon. Accolades were posthumously lain out for all to see
and agree and exalt as the autumn sun passed quickly through the
sky and began to descend to his resting place on the other side of
the world. Brigit watched the face of each person as they spoke,
sometimes through tears, sometimes through laughter and she found
herself tapping into the emotions swirling inside them. With the
amount of bodies crowded into the main room of their apartment,
feeling the energy was easy for Brigit. They had never entertained
such a large gathering before.
    The only person unable to speak was Brigit’s
mother, Liana. What could she say after so much adoration for her
daughter – the woman she had never allowed herself to know – had
been displayed?
    When the crowd began to disperse, she was
touched by each friend’s offer to be there for Maggie as they bid
good-byes. Brigit watched her partner as she accepted the offers
with a forced smile, a nod and a hug. Even in her grief, Maggie was
still beautiful to her. They had been together ten years minus one
day. Brigit had hoped it would have been a full life spent with
Maggie. She had hoped they would have been old and grey before they
no longer looked at each other every