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Constance Kirby has lost her way. Nearing middle age, and working a dead end job, she is at her wit's end caretaking for her grumpy, housebound father. When the ghost of silent film star Rudolph Valentino visits her, can she get her life back on course?
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Tropes: I See Dead People
Setting: San Francisco
Languages Available: English
Tropes: I See Dead People
Setting: San Francisco
Languages Available: English
"Hey, Dad."
Constance Kirby tossed her car keys on the table. She dumped her satchel purse on the floor.
The TV was on, as always, hissing with the white noise of cheering spectators. It could be a baseball game, a hockey game, a soccer game, bowling, wrestling, cage fighting, or golf. Her father watched them all.
"Dad, are you okay?"
Maybe today's the day, she thought with dread. He was in his late eighties and living every day on borrowed time. The hardwood floor of his San Francisco rowhouse, built in 1924, creaked under her shoes.
"You're late, Connie." Her father reclined in his armchair as usual. He stared at the TV with a mesmerized glare. Someone on a field of grass had scored, and the crowd was going wild.
"Traffic was hell going over the bridge."
Constance straightened the knitted afghan that covered his lap. She picked up crumpled paper towels that littered the floor. "I got you a box of tissues, Dad."
READ MORE"Sissy puff tissues are for queers."
It was no use arguing with a man who made Archie Bunker look reasonable. In her youth, she used to get outraged at her father's prejudices and had sobbed in embarrassment when he spouted off racial slurs in front of her friends. Now, in her mid-forties, she had no friends left.
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