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cool,” Pinky chuckled.

      “Logie Baird, not Yogi Bear,” Church continued, “He invented the television.” Church saw Pinky smirking and knew she was joking. He smiled as Pinky then asked,

      “So why feed them all that rubbish about Denmark then smartarse, hmm?”

      “Well, it would’ve sounded stupid saying Heidi had a ring from England when she’d never been away from Denmark in her life, wouldn’t it?” said Church, sounding smug.

      “Hmm, I suppose so,” Pinky said, shrugging her shoulders.

      “Besides, it made them feel guilty about not visiting Heidi,” said Church.

      Pinky asked question after question during the ride to the cottage. Church told her he would explain later and relieved when he pulled up outside the front door of the cottage. Pinky felt happy; it was just as Church had described and how she had imagined.

      “It looks like it’s had a woman’s touch,” she commented.

      Church laughed and helped her unload her belongings from the car boot, went inside, and showed her to one of the upstairs rooms.

      “This will be your room. Anything you need, just ask. You unpack, and I’ll cook us something to eat and show you around,” said Church, leaving Pinky to accustom herself to her new surroundings. For the first time in her life, she felt comfortable and had a sense of belonging.

      * * *

      Greta and Harold went upstairs to clean Pinky’s room after she and Church drove away. They felt delighted and had already picked out which model of Toyota they wanted.

      They went inside the room and noticed how tidy Pinky had left it. Her medications and a tin of marijuana rolled cigarettes, arranged neatly on the bedside cabinet top, with a note leaning against the water carafe, which read:

      ‘I won’t need these. I’m going home.’

      They looked puzzled for a fleeting moment and then went back to discussing their Toyota.

      Pinky showered and started putting her clothes away into a wardrobe. Church knocked on the door.

      “Sorry to disturb you Pinky, but we have some visitors who I think you’ll want to meet,” he said.

      “I didn’t hear anyone knocking,” said Pinky as she walked outside the room. They both went downstairs and into the portal room, with Church chuckling.

      Church led Pinky over to the portal, “This is the portal I told you about. Meet my grandmother Pearl and your auntie Heidi.” He said.

      Pinky stood facing the portal, screwed up her face, looked at Church, and said, “There’s nothing there; although I can smell of Brussels sprouts and tulips… Oh, and now something else.”

      “That’s Brylcreem you can now smell,” said Granny Pearl. “Happy birthday Sharon.”

      “Hello Sharon.” said Grandpa Jack, “Welcome home.”

      “Oh, Hi Jack,” said Pinky, “What’s happening?”

      “Church will explain everything later, and better. Won’t you Churchill?” said Granny Pearl, chastising him.

      Church, still confused, stammered as Granny Pearl continued, “Meet your auntie, Heidi.”

      “Happy Birthday Sharon,” said Heidi, and with spirits communicating through thought, Pinky had a happy conversation with Heidi about their lives.

      Church stood back frowning and kept glancing at his smirking grandparents.

      Auntie and niece finished their conversation and Granny Pearl said, “You’ve done excellent work, Church, although you need to teach Sharon a lot more.”

      Church felt he was being ‘buttered’ up, like a lamb going to the slaughter. Although he had only known Pinky for a short time, he’d become fond of this jovial, troubled girl, although more like a father opposed to a husband, and he certainly felt no throbbing passion for this teenager. Pinky felt the same depth of passion for Church… Zero.

      Granny Pearl continued, “Treasure’s not your reward this time, Church. It’s far more important.”

      Church, becoming frustrated, said, “Okay, Gran, let’s cut to the chase… When and where?”

      “When and where what, Churchill?” Granny Pearl asked and Church could hear Jack and Heidi giggling.

      “When are we to marry? I presume you will give us directions on that; you seem to meddle with everything else in my life.”

      “Marry!” exclaimed Granny Pearl chuckling. “Who mentioned anything about marriage?”

      “But you’ve been insinuating ever since I started this case about marriage, talking about Chosen-ones and the fact I am getting older, and this one was special, but no treasure etc.”

      Granny Pearl chuckled. “I never mentioned your Chosen-one, Church, Sharon is not a Chosen-one, but a Guide and a special one. Didn’t you realise that when she couldn’t see us?”

      Church groaned and said, “Yes I thought that was strange… You buggers have been winding me up.”

      Laughter came from the portal.

      “What are you laughing at?” asked Church, glaring at Pinky.

      “Hard luck Bob Hoskins, Perhaps, you’ll find someone your age.”

      Church chuckled as Granny Pearl still smirking, told them, “We have had a great deal of turmoil in the spirit world since the demon spirit entered almost two decades ago. It would be unwise for you to meet your eternal partner now. However, Heidi wanted her niece settled and content with her gift. Sharon will be your apprentice, so you can teach her the ways of our worlds,” said Pearl.

      “You bloody spirits have a wicked sense of humour,” said Pinky, a sentiment echoed by Church. Laughter filled the room.

      The Portals blue flame glowed again as another crimson spirit joined the group. It was Peter, Heidi’s old Spirit Guide.

      “Are you ready Heidi?” asked Peter.

      “Yes,” said Heidi and told Church and Pinky, “Thank you both. I am now going to the afterlife with Peter, so I wish you both all the happiness and luck you deserve in life. Pinky, learn from Church, he is a wonderful Keeper, stay safe and be wise,”

      Peter and Heidi fused into one intense ball of crimson light and euphoria surged through Church and Pinky. Their energy then disappeared, leaving Granny Pearl and Jack.

      “Was Peter the reason why Heidi doesn’t want to stay a Spirit Guide?” Church asked.

      “Yes,” said Pearl. “They fell in love after spending all those years together talking as Spirit Guide and clairvoyant, although they couldn’t be together in life, they can spend eternity together.”

      Granny Pearl sniggered and said, “Sorry about you two. I think you would have made a lovely couple.”

      “Yeah, and she would stop you bathing in that stink that you call Brut,” added Grandpa Jack, chortling.

      “Yeah, very funny, you old fossils,” smiled Church.

      Pinky marvelled at the euphoric feeling she was experiencing.

      “Wow! I feel great. I’ve never felt this good before, not even on cannabis,” she said grinning.

      “Sorry child, that was the only time you will experience this emotion, only Keepers have this part of the gift,” Pearl told her.

      “Lucky bastard,” said Pinky, light-heartedly.

      “Hah, and that is me Miss Pinquist, my young apprentice,” joked Church, with a condescending air of mocking superiority.

      “Don’t be so cocksure, my boy,” interrupted Granny Pearl. “Your

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