Wendy felt horrible about leaving her mother for a few days but she felt it had to be done. She needed to see her father. She needed to repair the damage that had been done so long ago. Her mother seemed to understand that though she was still nervous about the situation.
She sat the phone back on the hook when she felt someone standing behind her.
"Hi," Casper said. "So, are you staying?"
"Yes," she said nodding. "My mom can handle herself for a little while."
"I'll help you carry your stuff in," the ghost said. "We have plenty of empty bedrooms."
"Thanks," Wendy said.
The two of them walked outside to her car and started unloading suitcases. Wendy wasn't a heavy packers but she still liked to have certain things with her.
"You actually have a broom?" Casper asked noticing the old broom across the backseat. "I thought was just a story. You know...witches and brooms."
"Yep," she said. "He's a good boy most of the time but you do have to watch your back."
"Your broom is alive?" Casper asked yanking his hand back.
"Alive is a strong word," she said carefully picking it up. "It isn't just my magic that makes me fly. This old boy is enchanted. That enchantment gives him a little personality. But it normally only comes out if you've made him mad."
Casper grabbed two suitcases and carefully walked with Wendy back into the house. He led her up the stair case and down the winding hallways.
"Here!" Casper said opening a door. "This room is pretty good. It was a guest room long ago."
Wendy followed her cousin and looked around the room. It was the nicest place she had been in for years. Her mother and her always lived out of the smallest area they could. It was always the cheapest way to live and money wasn't always easy to come by.
The young witch leaned her broom against the wall. She sat one of her bags on the edge of the bed.
"You look like him," Casey said suddenly.
"What?" she asked in a surprised voice.
"You look so much like him," the ghost explained setting the bags on the floor. "What was he like when he was alive? I don't remember anything."
Wendy froze for a second. She didn't think it was wise to tell Casper the whole story. She wanted to talk to her Dad about it first. If he even was her father. It seemed Casper had made up his mind.
"He had problems but he was a good person," she said siting down on the bed.
"How come we never met?" Casper asked sitting next to her. "Today was the first day we met."
"My mom was a witch," she explained. "There was no way he could bring me around. Times were different then."
"Kat's Dad is a therapist," Casey said. "He's helping my Uncles and me with our afterlives. Maybe he can help you and Stretch."
"He's a therapist to the dead?" Wendy asked with a chuckle. "First time I've heard that."
"I believe you," Casper said. "I wasn't sure at first but ... there is something about you."
"Thanks," she said. "I'm not too sure about Kat but I'm sure she'll come around."
"Maybe you could show her a little magic," Casper said.
Wendy knew that was coming. Her wand was in it's case in one of her suitcases.
"I'll show you some once I get settled in," she said. "I need to find my wand."
"I'll give you some space," Casper said before quickly left the room.
Wendy shook her head with a laugh as she began to unpack.
Dr. James Harvey was expecting a calm quiet night. He was trying to get a local practice started. He only managed to get a few clients here and there. He had to bills to pay and ghost didn't usually have money. The ghost trio was on vacation and the house was eerily quiet without them.
He was surprised to see a station wagon sitting in the driveway. He hoped it wasn't another reporter or ghost hunter bothering Kat. The girl didn't need that kind of trouble.
He parked the car and went inside the house. A brief search of the house located Kat and Casper in the kitchen cooking dinner.
"Whose car is parked out front?" he questioned.
"Oh that's Wendy," Kat explained. "She got here a little while ago."
"Who is Wendy?" the doc asked in a confused voice.
"She claims to be a hundred year old witch," Casper explained. "And the best part is she is Stretch's daughter."
"Stretch?" James asked sitting down.
"We aren't sure about that," Kat said. "She does look a bit like him."
"I believe her," Casper explained as he flipped a steak. "She doesn't seem like a liar."
"I'll call her down," Kat said. "Dinner should be ready soon anyway."
Kat rushed out of the kitchen.
"Kat doesn't believe it," Casper said turning his attention to the doc. "I think she wants to but her logical brain can't handle it."
"It'll be interesting either way," The doc said nodding. "I doubt Stretch even remembers her."
"Hard to tell," the ghost said getting plates out. "He never mentioned her. According to her we've never met before and she was kept away from the rest of the family."
The doc watched as the young ghost readied the table for dinner. He often offered to help but Casper would push him away. He glanced at the door when he finally heard footsteps. Nothing could have prepared him what what walked in.
One of the most beautiful woman James had ever seen walked into the kitchen. His wife had been amazing but this was different. The creature that walked in was average height. She must have stood at five foot five. She had shoulder length white hair. It didn't look bleached. Her eyebrows were the same white color. His eyes drifted down to her eyes.
Bright pools of violet stared back at him. They were the same color as Stretch's eyes but hers were different. She was a live so her eyes shined and twinkled with the life force flowing through her. She had dark eye shadow on and that just made her eyes seem brighter.
She was half smiling at him with a curious look on her face. Clearly she wasn't bothered with him staring at her. She was wearing a baggy red hoodie that hide her womanly shape but James guessed the rest of her was just as beautiful as her face.
"Hello," she said taking a step towards him. "My name is Wendy."
James quickly got his feet and faced her. He suddenly felt embarrassed for staring at her like she was a piece of meat. No. He wasn't staring at her life that. He was staring at her like she was a beautiful piece of art. He quickly extended his hand.
"Dr James Harvey," he said. "You can call me James."
"Nice to met you," she said shaking his hand. "I've heard a little about you."
Kat looked at her father with a surprised look. She had never seen him show interest in a woman before. He seemed very smitten with Wendy. The two of them sat down at the table. Kat took her place next to Casper.
"So you're a witch?" James finally asked as food started to get passed around.
"I'm half magical," she said. "My magic isn't the best because of it. Mom is amazing though."
"I have some free time tomorrow," Doctor Harvey said. "The guys on vacation so their therapy spots are free."
"Are you saying I need therapy?" she chuckled.
"I'm not saying you're crazy," he said. "I'm a therapist for the dead. Who am I to talk? I just thought you might know things about the guys and Casper that I could use to help them."
"I'm down with that," Wendy said shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know much but I'll tell you what I know."
"Did you find your wand?" Caper questioned.
"Yes," Wendy said pulling her wand out of her pocket.
She knew her mother would kill her for carrying it around in her back pocket. She always warned her out doing that when she was younger. She noticed Kat looked up with interest when she pulled out the wand.
"Let's make it snow," Wendy said pointing her wand to the ceiling.
She prayed it would work right. She didn't want to look like an idiot or a fake. To her surprise burst of white took over the ceiling. Snow slowly began to fall down onto the floor.
"You're serious," Kat said looking at the falling snow. "This is insane."
Wendy chuckled as she dug into her food. It was going to be an interesting next couple of days.