Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Worse things in life than ghosts.

At the cafe, grandma Mayfair had calmed down after a drinking a cup of tea with some herbs from Phoebe and she was now working behind the counter with a cute bunny apron over her expensive clothes.

She had changed from the shirt which Harry had ripped to a new one which Phoebe grabbed from her apartment. There were some humans in the cafe and they were mostly sitting by the windows. Grandma Mayfair had not hesitated to serve them with Rosette. She was also placing coffee and other things on empty tables as per Rosette’s instructions.

She was behaving in a way which was unlike her normal rich self. The whole time while Phoebe was speaking to clients, she was distracted because she was worried about the old woman scalding herself or pushing herself too much.

So far, she had broken two cups and wasted some sugar but Rosette was soft spoken and encouraging so grandma Mayfair did not feel terrible about her mistakes. In fact, Rosette shared that she had been so much worse on her first day and grandma Mayfair was feeling proud of herself.

At the moment they were packing up an order which a delivery man was waiting to take away and they were talking as they packed.

“Why do you have those glasses on top of your head?” she asked Rosette curiously.

“They are ghost seeing glasses that allow me to see ghosts. That’s how i know what they want to eat and when Phoebe is not around, i take down their requests and make appointments.”

The old woman drew her head back and gazed at Rosette like she had lost her mind. With a deep frown on her face she sighed.

“Why would you want to see such things? Haven’t you seen them in movies, they have ripped skin, red eyes, long claws and….”

Rosette slipped the glasses over grandma Mayfair’s eyes while she was still talking. The old woman screamed and took them off immediately. For a while there, she had been under the assumption that Rosette was joking but with the glasses over her eyes, she had seen other figures in the cafe, standing next to Phoebe, having conversations in groups, children running around in the empty spaces or drinking and eating.

Without the glasses, she couldn’t see them. All this while, the talk about ghosts was really real. She had been doubting it so much and simply trying to indulge Phoebe so as not to hurt her feelings. She didn’t want her grand daughter to think that she thought she was crazy.

“So she is not crazy.” The old woman whispered.

Rosette put the glasses back over her head, sealed the box and handed it off to the delivery man who gave her a few notes of cash.

“My boss is not crazy but she is used to people thinking she is. She used to think she was crazy in the past but when she embraced her gifts, life became easier.” she shared. “I apologize for the thing with the glasses but there is no easy way to introduce someone to our world. If you are truly going to spend time here it’s better for you to know what you are dealing with.”

“My heart, oh my heart.” The surprised woman sat down and took deep breaths to calm herself.

Thanks to the tonic she had taken earlier, she was not feeling faint, weak or having heart palpitations. It helped that the ghosts mostly looked normal, pale but normal so she wasn’t frightened out of her mind.

“Don’t these things make you afraid?” she asked a confident Rosette.

She didn’t understand why a normal young woman was working around ghosts, going so far as to wear those glasses in order to interact with them.

“There are so many things in life that are worse than seeing ghosts, like hunger, joblessness, poverty, betrayal, life long illness, war, homelessness, being orphaned at a young age, loneliness and so many other things that are causing pain to someone out there.

Me, it was hunger and being jobless. I had no decent job prospects because i stopped schooling at sixteen. My parents had four children and they couldn’t afford to send us all to school and feed us as we grew up. They had to choose two of their sharpest children to further their education and two went into early employment. I was one of the unlucky two.

I used to work at Star and Moonlight restaurant until someone else bought it. The new owner wanted educated waitresses so i was tossed out. I spent three weeks searching for a job fruitlessly until when i met Phoebe and she hired me.

She gave me a generous salary, fifteen thousand dollars a month, health benefits, a car which i use for deliveries and other work related business but it’s also my personal car when there is no work. I get vacation days, sick leave, maternal leave, breakfast and lunch. I even get a year end bonus and overtime if i work on public holidays or into late hours of the night. If there are special jobs that require me to go with her out of the cafe i get a cut of whatever she makes.

I would be a fool to abandon this job just because of ghosts. I am alive, i must live and i plan to live a successful life so that when i have my own children i won’t have to choose who to send to school and who to declare to that their future is not promising.”

Her face was a little grim when she said the last sentence. It expressed how much she was hurt by the decision her parents had taken. Grandma Mayfair felt a little ashamed of how much money she spent on frivolous things when other people were living such hard lives.

The girl was right, if you compared ghosts with how much she was earning and all the benefits Phoebe was giving her, the ghosts were not so bad.

“Ahem,…I….er…” She wanted to say something but it felt a little awkward.

Rosette flashed a reassuring smile at the old woman. “You don’t need to feel guilty or pity me grandma, my life is very good now. I earn more than my university educated sister now and i bought a house last month. I hope Phoebe will have her ghost seeing abilities forever and our cafe will flourish forever.

It’s a selfish wish but for me it’s a future and hope. I will be her life long employee until the day i die and become a ghost myself. If i die before her, i want a contract to work for her like the two ghosts Connie and Sylvester.”

Grandma Mayfair’s eyebrows shot up. She didn’t know that ghosts needed contracts to work. Truly, there were so many wonders in the world. Why would a ghost choose to work on contract instead of moving on after death?

The door bells chimed and they both looked up, detective Shark walked in and he walked straight to the counter to order for a large mocha coffee, a box of doughnuts and three bear claws.