by Abigail Kimball, from Sheila Connolly's Relatively Dead Series
Remember me? I’ve been quiet lately. Partly that was because Ned Newhall and I kind of took a giant leap forward when I moved into his house a year ago. We didn’t want to rush things, and I needed some time living on my own before I jumped into a new relationship, but the time was finally right.
So far it’s been great. He’s a wonderful guy, and the fact that we share an unusual talent (mostly seeing our dead ancestors) is icing on the cake. It’s a great house, too—a Victorian in a lovely suburban town near Boston. The thing is, Ned really doesn’t care much about his surroundings, so as long as the house isn’t falling down around his ears, he kind of ignores it. He’s not a do-it-yourself kind of guy, and he does run his own business so he’s busy. I guess you might say my standards are a little different, so when I moved in I started repairing and improving things, just a little. And doing research on psychic phenomena, to find out how it works. And I also filled in parts of my family tree—I have lots of ancestors in New England!
I started slow with the house, because I didn’t want to be too pushy, but over the past year I’ve done all the easy stuff. And I hate to admit it, but I’m getting bored. You see, I used to be a teacher, and I loved that, but then I got involved with this other guy, who didn’t think being a teacher was an important job (did I mention he was a jerk?), so when we moved to the Boston area he had me get a fundraising job, which I really didn’t like. Then that relationship fell apart, and I met Ned, and after a few twists and turns Ned and I ended up together.
But I want to be doing something that uses my brain, and that kind of means a “real” job. Preferably one that involves working with kids, because I really miss that. And one that might somehow use my ability to connect mentally with other people—something I’ve been learning a lot about since Ned and I got together (but it goes beyond just Ned), although that’s tricky to talk about because I don’t want people to think I’m crazy, and when you tell them that you see people who’ve been dead for a century or two, they get worried. So now I’m looking for a job that fits me.
But what should I look for? (And please don’t tell me I should take up palm-reading or reading tarot cards, because I’m serious about this. I want to do something that matters.)
If you want to find out what Abby decides, there will be a new Relatively Dead book coming in April (I think), just as soon as it gets edited and there's a cover, and--oh, yes--a title.