“I just don’t understand why you throw away all the scraps. You could make a stock, you know.”
Alethea grimaced as she tipped the last of the vegetable odds and ends from the cutting board into the trash, her back to the dining room. She closed her eyes. Maybe the woman would go away if she just waited…
“Did your mother not teach you how to make a stock? I can’t imagine that she would want to see you being so wasteful.”
Holding in a sigh, Alethea dropped the cutting board on the counter. She arched her back and pressed her hands in at the base of her spine to try to massage away the unending ache. The last trimester was wreaking havoc on her body, and the last thing she had any patience for was to wait out the ghost yet again. The woman could talk about nothing for hours; they had come to discover that more than once when they were trying to clear up from dinner.
But Alethea couldn’t bring herself to ignore the old woman. The old woman certainly never ignored her. (more…)