Vi gritted her teeth and pressed on. “I promise you, Bonnie, this is really happening. And I’m here to help you.”
“That’s right!” Tobias called, only inches from her head. Next, he added emphatic gesturing to the loud and elongated syllables. “Sheee iiiiz heeeeere tooooo helllllp yooooooo!”
Vi could no longer contain her irritation and rounded on the ghost. “Shut up, Tobias!”
“But I,” he stammered and his whole body seemed to deflate. “I wanted to help.”
“I’m trying to handle this but I can’t do it with you yammering.”
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“Tobias?” a voice squeaked from the corner. Rage washed over Bonnie’s face as she struggled to her feet. “What do you mean ‘Tobias?’ Is this some kind of sick joke?”
Vi wheeled back to face her. “I can explain—”
“What is wrong with you? This is cruel!”
She made a desperate grab for Bonnie’s hand but the other woman snatched it away before they could make the crucial contact. “Please, Tobias is—”
“Don’t you dare say his name. Get away from me!”
“Bonnie, really! Tobias is—”
Vi’s plea was cut off by a ringing slap across her face. The widow let out a peep of surprise as they touched and she saw the form of her husband appear and disappear again.