Over the next few weeks, I began to work on the house anew, doing the work and renovations myself, aside from having the windows in all the upstairs rooms replaced by a professional company.
There remained no ghostly presence. But I continued to love the house and the changes I made.
Meanwhile, Mace finally solved his case, and he and Yanni came up to help settle things financially with the house and getting the shop idea started. They even stayed a few days in one of the spare rooms, with promises of maybe returning around Christmas.
The day after they’d left for LA, I found myself at a little wine place off the Embarcadero, sharing a bottle with only myself for company. In recent weeks, I’d become somewhat friendly with the owner. Now, I sat at the bar, my gaze half on the television
