Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

Under normal circumstances, Phoebe was usually happy and glad when a ghost moved on especially because she was rewarded with more days to live, and her body gained more ghost energy but not this time. Reid’s case was another sad one, a young man gone too soon and undeserving of death considering the fact that evil creeps like Dickson were still walking.

Santos took over the driving while Phoebe sat in the back drowning in thoughts, her mind was replaying the moment Jones had informed Reid’s family that their long-lost child was gone.

Some members of the family sighed knowingly while others, particularly his mother wailed as she clawed on her chest like as though she could reach inside and pluck out her hurting heart. She had lamented and cursed, wondering why such misfortune had to befall her son.

"I prayed so much for his safe return, why weren’t my prayers answered? I really hoped___,thought that he was out there somewhere living a good life even though we didn’t know where he was.

We are good people, we go to church, we donate to the unfortunate even though we are not wealthy so why us? Why my son? He did right by everyone and now he is good for good, why? Someone please tell me why." Reid’s mother’s words were accompanied by tears of anguish and despair.

She had sobbed to a point of passing out and Reid decided not to say goodbye, it would just make his mother sadder anyway. He had been anchored to earth because he wanted his body to be found, with that accomplished, he had moved on.

Phoebe let out a long sigh. "It is always the good people that die in the most painful and pathetic ways." She voiced quietly.

The many why’s that Reid’s mother had uttered danced in her mind, making her question why certain people died and others lived.

She sighed sadly as Reid’s face faded from her mind like mist. It was sad but at the end of the day her job was done, and the ghost had moved on. Perhaps his next life would be much better than this one.

The car drove to the mall, a place that she was visiting with a mission that had been given to her by her grandmother, matchmaking her aunt Maureen.

She stopped by the herb shop in a bid to speak to Mr. Alton about going on a date with aunt Maureen. He was not filthy rich like them nor was he a member of the founding families, but he was calm, well-built and always wore a comforting smile each time she saw him. After fighting evil in the day, aunt Maureen needed someone as calming and uncomplicated as Mr. Alton to go home to.

The mall was busy as always, crowded with shoppers going in and out of different shops, many heavy laden with bags in their hands.

Phoebe had been to most of the shops in this mall, not to buy things but to familiarize herself with the owners and drum up some business for herself.

She did not branch anywhere else but went straight to Alton’s shop, on pushing the glass door that led inside, she was welcomed by a bright smile as usual.

"Good morning young shaman." Mr. Alton cheerfully greeted; he was extra bright today. "I have not seen you in so long that I was beginning to think that you abandoned your business, or have you found another herb vendor that you prefer to me? You cannot believe it but that black pearl tree seeds that you were so badly in need of, I got my hands on some." He immediately ordered one of his employees to bring them out.

Phoebe pretended to be impressed by the news however she had previously sourced out for black pearl tree seeds and had planted a few in the space and at the farm.

The seeds were used in her high-end exotic pendants and charms which were sold for a lot of money, twenty thousand dollars and above. She liked to use them because of their unique appearance and the trees themselves were beautiful. The species however did not grow in Fog country, only on Turtle Island, on another continent.

"What would I do without you Mr. Alton." She exclaimed; her eyes opened widely like she was looking at one of the gold deposits in the Silver nation.

"I will buy everything!" Her hands rifled through the small round pea sized seeds which were a deep blue-black, almost like tiny pearls. "Truly beautiful." she whispered.

She was an expert at separating real from fake, there were a lot of fake black pearl tree seeds on the market. Mr. Alton was a good man, he never sold fake things but that did not mean someone else could not fool him or his employees.

"Are you serious? If so, then I will give you a big discount." Mr. Alton’s eyes sparkled as he spoke.

By the time the packing was done, Phoebe had bought not just the black pearl tree seeds but also black cohosh, white cohosh, sativa, saffron, vanilla and truffles. Her bill was quite enormous, close to one hundred thousand fog dollars which did not bother her at all.

"You should be careful with the white cohosh because it can be poisonous if not well prepared." Mr. Alton warned as he swiped Phoebe’s card in the machine. "And don’t touch it with your hands, it can cause inflammation and blistering when it comes into contact with the skin. Oh, and remember, no pregnant or breastfeeding women around it."

"I will be careful do not worry and please deliver these to the cafe. Now that regular business is done, can I talk to you privately?" Phoebe requested.

Mr. Alton granted her request and led her to his tiny office. "I hope that everything is okay?" His statement came out as more of a question, Mr. Alton’s brows pulled slightly together, worried about what Phoebe wanted to say to him.

Phoebe smiled and waved her hands dismissively. "Oh yes everything is fine however I was wondering if perhaps you would like to go on a blind date with my aunt."

Mr. Alton was quite the catch, so many single older women had been passing his information around, and Connie had told Phoebe all about it. He was a widower for over fifteen years, his wife had died during childbirth, the baby did not survive either, so the man had dedicated the rest of his life to his work.

A guffaw came from Mr. Alton. "Young shaman, look at me? I am an old man now, way past the dating era. Also, I do not want to replace my wife with another woman, and I don’t want to make another woman feel like she is a substitute."

Phoebe appreciated the devotion that he had for his dead wife, but the woman was gone, he had mourned her long enough and it was time to find happiness, with her aunt.

"Who said anything about replacing your dead wife? It’s just a date besides I already told my aunt, and she really wants to meet you, please just one date." She pouted her lips and made a cute face that was hard to say no to.

Mr. Alton chuckled. "But I am not of your status, I come from humble beginning....."

Phoebe raised her hand to stop him. "Nobody cares Mr. Alton, just say yes. You just meet her at a nice restaurant, eat some food, drink some wine and that’s it, there are no obligations expected of you." She persuaded only to convince him.