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Theo didn’t like to tell people about his relationship with those souls who linger in a realm midway between the living and the dead. That thin veil which separates the physical from the spiritual was translucent for him, and sometimes caused difficulty in dealing with everyday life, particularly when the spirit was morose, or grief-stricken especially, the latter of which took up a lot of Theo’s time trying to deal with. This particular ghost, an older woman with grey hair pulled tightly behind her head and wrinkled hands occupied with sewing, was rather pleasant and she and Theo were enjoying some light-hearted conversation over his breakfast of an omelet ((to by-standers it looked as though he were talking to himself)).
To the chagrin of the lady, however, Theo’s hand was forced when a boy asked if the seat across from him was taken, to which Theo had to say no, and the woman, not that it would make a difference, had to move over as Benjamin Parker sat down in her place. “Have we met?” he addressed the living boy.
