Real Illusions III: BONE OF MY BONE

Excerpt:

“Okay, I hope you’re happy now,” Deed said to the ghost that stood next to him. “I told him the whole deal; now do you mind just going away for a while and giving me some extra room to breathe?”

They were both standing in the doorway watching as Trent reversed out of the yard.

“He won’t listen,” Peter said solemnly.

“Well, that’s just too bad. Ain’t it?” Deed gave him an irritated look. “Not my problem, buddy. Remember… I’m just the messenger.”

He turned around only to find Peter directly in front of him. “He loves her too much,” Peter said, his eyes so dull and lifeless—the looks of which made Deed want to take a drink.

“So what does that have to do with me?” Deed probed. “What’re you saying anyway? He loves her too much. What? What?”

Peter’s gaze was piercing. “You must warn him,” he said before vanishing into thin air.

Deed shook his head. “That guy’s determined to be a needle in my butt. The more you do for these blasted ghosts the more they want from you! Hell with it!” He slammed the front door.

* * *

This just can’t be happening, Trent thought. That Deed Grumbley guy must be out of his mind! Yet, deep inside Trent knew better—the guy had spoken with such veracity that only a fool would choose to ignore what had stared him right in the face. As he pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, the fact that Deed basically confirmed everything Tina had been telling him all the while weighed heavily on Trent. She was in a place he knew she didn’t belong and he had put her through so much emotional pain that he was certain she would never forgive him.

He picked up the single rose he had purchased at a stop light on his way there and walked into the building toward Palenski’s office.

“Come right in!” Palenski was standing at his desk. “When my secretary said you were here, I knew I couldn’t have you waiting as you’re a very busy man, Mister Matheson.”

Trent took a seat. He hadn’t recalled seeing Palenski that upbeat before and wondered if his partial consumption of the cup of coffee on his desk was responsible.

“Is that for me?” Palenski asked, eyeing the rose.

“I think not,” Trent replied, obviously in no mood for meaningless chatter and definitely not for jokes.

Palenski sat down. “Can I offer you some coffee or tea?”

“No thanks, Doc. I’m just here to see Tina and to find out how she’s progressing.”

“Well, the good news is that we might have pin-pointed the appropriate medication for her. She’s responding very well to it and after a little more observation, I would be able to revert to you. If she continues to do well, she will be back home with you and your baby in short order. However, the key is to ensure that she takes her medication precisely as prescribed because we don’t want any distressing episodes to arise as before. You know what I mean.”

“I do,” Trent affirmed.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you any longer than necessary, so I’ll walk with you to her room. We can chat on the way.”

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