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“I know,” Jacob said to Iris, a smile on his face for Beatrice. “Can you tell her what joy she brought to my life? And that I’m honored she chose me to be her partner. Her soul is pure, and I was lucky to have her grace by my side.”
Iris relayed the message, and tears sprang to Beatrice’s eyes.
“Oh, he’d always go on like that. He was a good man, my Jacob.”
“Ask her why she hasn’t gone to the safe deposit box yet,” Jacob asked.
“Why haven’t you gone to open the safe deposit box?” Iris asked, bending over to pet Bubbles, who bumped her head against Iris’s leg.
“Oh, he knows that, does he? I…I can’t find the key,” Beatrice admitted, wringing her hands.
“It fell behind the desk. It’s under the rug,” Jacob instructed.
Iris relayed the information, and Beatrice brightened.
“Really? I’ve been looking for that damn thing for years,” Beatrice admitted.
“It has what she needs in there. The deed to the house. Extra cash. Special jewelry. She won’t want for anything,” Jacob instructed.
“He always did look out for me.” Beatrice sighed. “Oh, can you tell him I still talk to him? Every morning, I talk to him over my tea. I always wondered if he heard me.”
“I do,” Jacob said, a smile on his face. “I’m always there.”
“Is there a way you can let her know?” Iris asked. Oftentimes, spirit guides would identify a certain sign for their loved ones to look for.
“Let me know what?” Beatrice demanded, but Iris held up her hand while she listened.
“I’ll send her a sparrow. Right on the windowsill by the kitchen table. I’ll even see if I can get him to tap three times on the window, but we’ll see,” Jacob said.
“He’s going to send you a sparrow when you talk to him in the mornings. It will tap three times on the window if you're lucky.”
“Oh! I’d love that,” Beatrice exclaimed, her face wreathed in smiles.
“Can you see if Bubbles needs anything?” Iris asked. It was worth a shot.
“That cat is fit and fine as can be. Though she wants to spend more time in the bookshop. She promises not to run outside if Beatrice allows her to be downstairs with her.”
Iris relayed the message, and Beatrice eyed Bubbles warily.
“I’m just so scared of losing her,” Beatrice said. “She’s my only companion now.”
“No, she’s not. I’m right here. I’m always here,” Jacob whispered before fading away. That was usually the way of it. Spirit guides could only come through for so long before they used up much of their energy. Well, other people’s spirit guides. Hers seemed like they had enough energy to run several marathons.
“Jacob wanted you to know that you don’t just have Bubbles. He says he’s always here with you.”
“Oh, well, now you’ve gone and done it.” Beatrice fanned her face and then jumped up to give Iris a big hug. “Come on, Bubbles, let’s go to the bookstore. We’ll see how you do when I open later, okay?” With that, Beatrice disappeared with an armful of cat, tears still streaming down her face, and Iris sighed. Leaning back, she closed her eyes, muttered her closing incantation to round out the session, and took a few breaths to center herself. It wasn’t easy dealing with the depth of emotions that came with people wanting to speak to their loved ones who had passed on, though she had grown stronger through the years for it.
“You made her day.”
A voice startled Iris’s eyes open, and she stared at a woman standing in front of her. But not a woman. An apparition.
“Where did you come from?” Iris narrowed her eyes.
“My name is Fiona. I’m family to Gracie and still watch over…well, Gracie says I meddle, as much as I’m able to.”
“The matriarch,” Iris said. She’d already heard about Fiona, but not that the woman still visited in spirit form.
“I suppose, yes, though there were others that came before me,” Fiona beamed. “I want you to know I’m proud of you and what you’re building here. If you have any doubts, you shouldn’t. You’ll thrive beautifully in this space. But…I don’t have time for more. I’m here to warn you.”
