“You are trying my patience, young man,” she said icily. “You can have no inkling yet of what this existence is like. I am trying to help you if you will just let me continue.”
Ryan still felt confused and put upon. “Why the little girl act?”
“It is my natural form. When you die like I did, you are forever stuck as you were. This is what I would look like now if my father hadn’t raped me and smothered me with a pillow when I was six.” The matron melted in front of his eyes and the little girl was back in her ragged gown, ghostly tears running down her cheeks. “Please let me help you. It’s the only thing I can do now.”
Ryan couldn’t help it: He put his arms around the little ghost girl and tried to give her a hug. He could feel—something—but he knew it could never be a real hug. She accepted what she could get from it, though, and smiled up at him. “I’m so very sorry.” He took a long breath. “Please continue.”
Before he could interrupt again, Mandy quickly told him a tale of his reclusive tycoon Uncle Albert who lived alone in a Manhattan penthouse. His ninety seven year old heart would cease beating today at 3:35 PM and two days later Ryan would be named sole inheritor of Albert’s
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