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“Hello, Lydia.”
It shouldn’t be such a shock. Betelguese survived one of those things, why not her? But that was Betelguese, who is not quite like other ghosts.
Figures his ex wouldn’t be like them either.
“Hi… Delores.” She prays she remembers the right name - Lydia just knows getting it wrong would definitely piss this woman off.
She smiles; Lydia feels like she’s watching a snake bare its fangs, ready to strike. “I thought it would be nice to have a little chat. Woman to woman.”
“Look, I genuinely don’t want anything to do with …him, so -”
Delores is there, immediately before her, in her space. Cradling her face in those cold hands. “Maybe I am here for you. Maybe I want to see what he sees,” she whispers. That cruel smile still in place.
Lydia has the deep sense that she is small prey, caught in a predator’s gaze.