How to Seduce a Ghost
Chapter One
WHEN ASTRID MCKENZIE WENT UP IN FLAMES AT THE end of my road I was
fast asleep in my bed, dreaming about my mother.
Had they ever met, I think Astrid and my mother would have got along
rather well. They are two of a kind, which is to say they are
everything I am not. I didn't really know Astrid except to nod to in
the street but the word in the market-on which I rely for virtually
all my gossip-is that she was a live wire. My mother is a naturally
gregarious person, who leaps about the place like a mountain goat
most of the time. Frankly, I'm amazed they haven't signed her up to
model for one of those over-fifty-five fitness programs that offer
to rejuvenate your mind and body, or a fashion spread in Saga
magazine. She has that lithe, eager-beaver look about her and I
imagine talk of a party will still get her ears flapping when she's
ninety.
I, on the other hand, am what they call a loner. Or, and here's a
word that really makes me cringe, a homebody. I like to live
vicariously. I realized pretty early on that my aim in life was not
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