Epilogue

Don't take for granted the things you have. Because you never know how long you'll have them for and then what will you do without them? It's far better to show your appreciation for what you have than to cry about it later when it's gone. Ingrid was not going to make this mistake again.

"How are my two favourite love birds?" Isabelle grinned, greeting Ingrid and William as they took their seats opposite her at the diner table. Normally Ingrid would have been annoyed with her sister for making such a statement and would have hit her back with an insult. Isabelle was steeling herself for the wrath that was sure to come. She actually enjoyed these moments. Ingrid and William simply looked at each other and smiled adoringly, warranting Isabelle's disappointment and confusion. She was clearly missing something here.

"We're just great," sighed Ingrid happily, kissing William's neck lightly.

"The best," he agreed. Isabelle felt like pinching herself to check if she was awake. Her sister hadn't threatened to end her life after the comment she had made for the sole purpose of provoking her? This was a new development. Isabelle patiently waited for the couple to stop gazing at each other with stars in their eyes and focus their attention back on her. It didn't look like that would be any time soon: as clichéd as it was, they looked like they were lost in one another's eyes.

Isabelle was wondering why they had invited her here. 'Here' being a new diner called The Agency that seemed to have an office theme. Even though it was new and had a strange theme it had attracted quite a lot of customers as the food and service were supposed to be unbeatable. Ingrid had suggested they meet there as she had noticed it had been built where the ghosts' Agency was, on the edge of town. She had dismissed it as a strange coincidence but wanted to check it out regardless. It had been almost a month but she hadn't forgotten what had happened to her, nor the friends she had made. Ingrid missed them terribly.

Isabelle continued to pout as she was ignored by her sister and brother in-law. They seemed even more touchy-feely than usual for them which indicated that something was up. That did not bode well with Isabelle. It crossed her mind that perhaps it was all Ingrid's idea and they were just winding her up. She dismissed that; the two of them looked far too genuinely in love. They were like something straight out of a romantic movie.

Isabelle placed her elbows on the table and rested her head on her hands, just staring at the couple sitting across from her with a serious expression on her face. Eventually, Ingrid noticed this and broke her gaze with William, turning to her sister.

"What?" she asked, laughing nervously and simultaneously linking arms with William.

"Who are you and what have you done with my sister?" she asked, dead-panned. Ingrid's hearty laughter was cut short by the arrival of the waiter asking for their orders. Once that had been taken care of, Isabelle eyed her sister warily.

"Okay, what did you two drag me all the way down here for?" she asked, feigning annoyance. In truth, she had been looking forward to this all week. It had been ages since she had seen her sister and William in person and though she wouldn't admit it, Isabelle has missed them. Ingrid smiled with uncharacteristic joy and glanced at William who had a similar expression on his face. Squeezing William's arm lightly, Ingrid burst out:

"We're having a baby!" Well, that explained everything in Isabelle's eyes. She squealed excitedly, attracting the immediate attention of several other customers. Isabelle was immensely happy for the both of them. A mother of two, Isabelle knew how exhilarating and scary it felt to be expecting your first child and the conversation inevitably turned to names for the unborn child. The three of them threw a variety of them out there, ranging from old-fashioned to exotic.

When the waiter returned with their orders, Isabelle politely excused herself to the bathroom. Placing the plates and glasses on the table carefully, the waiter stared directly into Ingrid's eyes. She had seen him in the neighbourhood a few times although his name escaped her. She looked at his nametag and learned that it was 'Larry'.

"Congratulations. Don't you think Tanya would be a good name?" he said with a cheeky wink. Ingrid frowned and looked at William for help. He had missed this exchange as he was too busy staring across the room. William pointed at the corner of the room where his eyes were fixed.

"Mary Adler-Smith is over there. She's waving," he said, waving back. Ingrid looked but didn't see anyone and felt too awkward to wave at someone she couldn't see. The fact that it was Mary and not any of the other ghosts she actually liked also helped Ingrid make the decision not to wave. Her hand stayed at her side. Larry the waiter still hadn't left their table and hadn't stopped looking earnestly at Ingrid. He was beginning to creep her out.

"So about the name Tanya," he persisted, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "She might be a little clumsy with a name like that." Ingrid gaped at him, scared to think that she could be right about this.

"Tanya...Trips?" she asked. Tanya beamed using Larry's mouth.

The End?

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