After trying to check her bodiless image in the full length mirror and feeling again like a fool, she decided the movie "Ghost" with Whoopi Goldberg was a big bucket of crap. She couldn't even see herself much less move a penny. Wow.
Gert burned a little more "time" getting around and mastering what movement capabilities she could. She would worry about finding out about moving things later. Thank God for Patrick Swayze, you know? By the time she headed out her front door and downtown to her office, she felt completely comfortable in her ability to get around. On her way to the office, she decided she was only going to have one last look. Okay, maybe she wanted to see if her office was destroyed, but mostly she wanted to know who was in it.
What Gertrude Camilla Franz got was most certainly not what she expected. The first things she saw was her office. The door was wide open and the vertical blinds were gone. The office had been rearranged. At the desk, with her drab decor covering the shelves, desk, and walls, was Caroline.
She sat in that chair with a stance of authority, but laughed and tossed her hair and had not a care in the world. That was when Gert noticed the person she was laughing at. The person in the chair in her office was Brandon, and he was laughing harder than she was.
She had been dead that long. Hell, she had even missed her own funeral. Her mom always said she would, but she was prompt. How embarrassing to miss your own funeral. What was she thinking? Who cared? The only conversation left about Gert Franz was at the water cooler, and it was fading fast.