[interview in progress]
'So what do you do?'
'We're here to discuss what you would do...'
'But if I tell them... I feel they will leave me alone. He was right there. RIGHT THERE, in front of her...'
'And did you tell her?'
'Not straight away... no.'
'How long?'
'About a week - ten days... maybe two...'
'And how did she respond?
'Well how does anyone take it..? What I'm trying to say is that if WE don't TRY and tell them, `they` won't leave us alone... `they` know WE can tell them...'
'Can you be sure... absolutely sure of what you saw?'
The man sighs. He slowly shakes his head. `There were TWO of them.'
'Okay.'
'If I'd `imagined` that - why would I see TWO figures? The father was a smaller figure - he was leaning forward in response to what she had said... about being with God now... but the other figure was off to his right side... he was half in and half out of the wall... a bigger figure, patient - understanding - like a guide... they came from the wall... forward.'
The man moves his arm to indicate movement then puts his hand back to his forehead.
'And she didn't believe you?'
The man sighs. 'I don't think she did, no. I think she's quite a religious person... I just wanted to pass the message on... that he is 'all right now'... He also wanted me to say that he felt that he was misunderstood - that he very much admired her and he realised that he should have spoken up for her... but he didn't think that it was 'his place'.. he emphasisied that... 'his place'... but when I told her that she 'took' that - she said she understood what I'd meant...'
'Did you understand what he had meant?'
The man's hand comes away from his forehead. 'I just felt like I had to say it...'
'Well...'
'But that's not the only time... There was one yesterday... she slowed the car down to ask me something... her mother was sat next to her...'
'...and you think..?'
'Oh, no question... her mother's been dead for at least two years now.'
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