Chapter 15: The Big Bad Wolf
Alexis's POV
"Seriously guys, I don't know how to thank you!" Stanley exclaimed when I called him on the phone from his backyard deck to tell him the good news. "You moved the guy on? Just like that? How?"
It had been one of my easier jobs, I had to admit. Poor Jon just needed a little help in finding his way to the other side. He wanted to go, he just didn't know how.
"I'm not sure that I had that much to do with it, honestly," I told Stanley, stretching out on the blue lounge chair in the semidarkness. Even his deck furniture was comfortable. No wonder he wanted his pool area back.
"I just asked him if he wanted to move on," I explained, "and it seemed that he did. He just didn't know how, so I helped him out."
That happened occasionally. You would meet the spirit of a regular guy who didn't realize that he was dead. Or if he did realize it, didn't know how to move on. It was more common than most people realized.