Many years later, after a little reconnecting with our old friends, my family was invited to the widow’s wedding. Everyone was excited to see her finally get remarried. Even her grown children were happy to see her smile once again.
I saw the ghost as I was walking to the door of the church. Martin was there. That face was unmistakable -right down to the signature smoke hanging from his lips.
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