As she relayed Mr. Wye’s description to Mr. Greengrass, Adrienne didn’t miss how his expression slowly changed from slightly guarded to complete exasperation. In the short time where there was a pause between his reply, Adrienne felt she could venture a guess that a) Mr. Greengrass knew exactly who she was referring to, and b) that it wasn’t a surprise she’d come to him to inquire after this specific ghost.

Fiddling again with the handle on her reticule, Adrienne cocked her head slightly with another wince. Mr. Wye wouldn’t get in terrible trouble if she asked about him, would he? That was the last thing she wanted to do, but she still wanted to ask after him. “Well,” she started, now unsure of how this impromptu meeting would go. “It’s not exactly what he’s done per se.” She worried her bottom lip between her teeth before continuing. “I just had an encounter with him a few months ago that I wanted to ask about. Is he…rather forward when it comes to conversation with…” Women? Strangers? “the Living?”

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