Part Two

Part Two

Tash took out the hook and twine from her pocket. By careful manoeuvring she relocked the shutters. Laughing softly to herself Tash weighed the purse in her hand.
“Hello again dear.”
Tash spun around, as quick as lightening, and fell off the roof.
“Are you alright,” asked Freda reappearing beside her.
“No” groaned Tash.
“Oh dear. I’m awfully sorry” said Freda.
Tash signed as the ghost wrung her hands worriedly.
“It’s alright,” she muttered, “I’ll live.”
“Not for long dear” corrected Freda absently.
“What do you mean, by that?”, asked Tash.
“Oh you’re going to die again” said Freda brightly.
“What again!” said Tash
“Oh yes dear. That’s why I’m here. After you close the shutters, you are going to walk along the roof and when you climb down a couple of drunk sailors are going to beat you to death” said Freda helpfully. “It’s all arranged.”
“But I’m not on the roof,” said Tash. “After I closed the shutters, I fell off.”
“Oh dear. So you did” said Freda in dismay. “Maybe if we hurry we can still catch them?”
But just as Freda said this, two drunks wandered out of a nearby alley singing a fascinating song about some nuns and a cucumber patch and staggered off towards the nearest bar.
“Oh dash it all.” Said Freda and disappeared.

Tash shook her head slowly, marvelling at the strangeness of the world. “Someone up there must really like me”, she thought as she dusted herself off and limped away.