"Suze" looked around the room then smiled at her mother. "Never mind, mum. Everything's fine. The room is great. Thanks so much."
I looked back out the window, while mother and daughter had a chat.
After her mum left, she turned towards the window and said, "Alright. Who the hell are you?"
I looked at her in shock. Was she talking to me? I looked over my shoulder to see if there was anyone out of the window who she might be talking to. I saw that her emerald eyed gaze was fastened directly onto my face. "Nombre de Dios," I breathed.
"It's no use calling on your high power," she informed me, grabbing her dressing table chair and flopping down on it. "In case you haven't noticed," she continued. "He isn't paying a lot of attention to you. Otherwise he wouldn't have left you to fester for - " she looked me up and down, taking in my outfit. "What is it, a hundred and fifty years? Has it really been that long since you croaked?"
I stared at her. I was still in shock that for the first time in a century and a half, someone was talking to me. "What is… croaked?" I asked, my voice sounding rusty from disuse.
She rolled her eyes. "Kicked the bucket," she said. "Checked out. Popped of. Bit the dust."
I just looked at her. What was she on about?
Then, seeing the confusion on my face she said with some exasperation, "Died."
"Oh," I said. "Died." I ignored her question and shook my head, "I don't understand. I don't understand how it is that you can see me. All these years, no one has ever-"
"Yeah," she said, cutting me off. "Well, listen, the times, you know, bare a'changin'. So what's your glitch?"
I just blinked stupidly at her. "Glitch?" I said, confused.
She went the lightest shade of pink possible and cleared her throat saying, "Yeah."
I saw her gaze flick over me once more, this time lingering on my chest.