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"Have a cigarette and calm down while I call a locksmith", I answered.
"No thank you, I quit smoking three years ago," she replied.
"Oh, how did you quit,? I asked.
She grinned and said, "they killed me."
She walked toward
outside door that lead to
hall way entrance and as I got up to open
door for her she screamed," no, don't get up."
But as I got up she vanished before my eyes into thin air. When my girlfriend came out at last and I described
Lady to her and told her what happened she told me that
Lady I described lived on
first floor and had died of lung cancer three years ago.
It was then that I realized what had just transpired. A woman that had been dead for three years had asked my assistance to help her return to her grave wearing a fresh outfit.
Before that I had never even thought that there could be a fashion equation beyond
grave, but evidently there is. Until that day life and both death had been so simple to understand.
But seeing a woman that was dead for three years being concerned about what she was wearing just made me take another look at everything I had understood about life and death up to that point.
So many times I ponder what that day was all about. But
only explanation I can come up with is that there are things that we just do not understand.

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