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.The funeral was on a Wednesday.Despite the crisp chill that was in the air, the sun was shining and the sky was clear.It seemed such a contrast to the feeling that seemed to prevail in the energy surrounding the services and the subsequent funeral procession through the cemetery to the site where Brigit’s body was to be interred.Brigit stood beside Maggie, unable to cease her irritated stare at the row of faces on the other side of the dark brown casket that held her body.Maggie should have been the one sitting there – not the one standing through her grief; but then, if Maggie had remained in charge, none of this scene would have been happening in the first place, Brigit mused.The party would have already started.She had come to accept the fact that she was indeed dead during the course of the last week, but none of this was part of her final wishes.She had-had the conversation a few times with Maggie regarding the disposal of her remains should anything happen.They had made the agreement to cremation.Their final instructions were to combine their ashes and then throw them from the highest peak their friends could find.Even in death, they had mapped out the intent to always be together.Brigit stared hard at the casket containing her body and frowned.The map had been shredded, torn from Maggie’s hands before she could even realize it.Brigit had suspected it would happen as soon as Maggie had made the phone call to the woman she had never met.Her eyes rested on the woman sitting directly in the middle of the family row.She wondered why her mother had bothered to show.She wondered how, after so many years, Liana Evans could suddenly have a care about any part of Brigit’s life – or death.Actually, she didn’t wonder.She knew.Liana was hoping to snag the spotlight.She would be the grieving mother who had lost her only child in a bizarre accident.She would rue her actions as a homophobic mother that had shunned her daughter for being an embarrassment.She would lament her grief at never knowing how happy her daughter had been, how strong she had been to make a choice that went against all the rules of her conservative upbringing just to be happy with someone who had filled her heart with so much love.Liana Evans, though, would never admit that Brigit had truly been happy though.She would eventually find some way to belittle the life Brigit had shared with Maggie.Brigit imagined Liana at the dinner after the funeral.What she imagined made her smile.Her friends – their friends – would easily see through Liana.They had all lived through their own hardships with the lives they had been born into, with the paths they had walked to find their own peace and happiness with their place in the world.Brigit smiled because she knew that, standing behind her, were some bigger drama queens than Liana Evans could ever imagine being.Brigit eyed her mother with amusement.Liana was dressed well, meaning to draw attention to herself; but the drama queens in the crowd behind her were in drag.Their glitz and glamour having gone all out to show their celebration and admiration for their friend lost too early.The sequins and feather boas, the lipstick and beehive wigs, the broad rimmed ladies’ hats brought more attention and festivity to the service than Brigit could have hoped for.Today, they had Liana beat hands down.Brigit turned to her right and smiled faintly as Mama Dee brought a handkerchief to her eye.She watched the older woman dab away the tear and sniff lightly as the preacher droned on the final words of the burial rite.Behind her, she could hear the quiet sniffles of the people who had been her and Maggie’s friends.In Brigit’s opinion, they should all be standing on the family side – not the people who were sitting there.A movement in the trees behind the family row caught Brigit’s attention and she stiffened.He was there, looking the same as he had every day since their meeting in the alley leading to The Black Cat Club.His hands were shoved in his trousers and he had that infuriatingly patient look on his face as he locked eyes with her.Brigit suddenly felt her anger spark as the final words from the preacher reached through to her brain: ashes to ashes, dust to dust…Quickly, Brigit left the group surrounding the grave and strode across the lawn toward John Blackwick.She could feel her anger sparking in an effort to ignite as she approached him.He made no effort to move despite the obvious look of intent on her face.Instead, a gentle smile came to his face as he waited for her to confront him.“What the hell do you want?” Brigit demanded when she was within earshot of him.“A conversation, Brigit Malone, that’s all,” he replied.Brigit stopped three feet from him, her hands clenched into fists at her side.She wanted so badly to strike out at him physically.She had the feeling, however, that it would not wipe the smile from his face.“You’ve been stalking me all week.What could we possibly have to talk about?”“I 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 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]