This is the fourth part in a series, so if you have not already done so, you might want to read Part I, Part II, and Part III before continuing.
Scarlett might not be able to convince her children from beyond the grave that they need to get along, but Jack was still down there with them. There had to be something he could do.
But getting the right message across to him was going to be trickier. A simple message like “call your sister” or “apologize to your brother” was a lot easier to get across in the dreamworld than “You need to talk to our son and our daughter and convince them to heal this rift so they can go back to being brother and sister.”
It got even harder if Mandy was going to undermine all her attempts to get her children to be a family again.
“Do you have any advice?” Scarlett asked her mom after laying out the situation and all its challenges.
Her mom thought for a moment before shaking her head. “The funny thing about that time I told Jack I was huffy with him was I hadn’t even meant to communicate with him. I just felt so strongly that he picked up on it. Then again, he was always more sensitive than Owen, who tends to live in his own world. Getting through to him is the real challenge.”
“Ain’t that the truth. And anytime I manage to make any progress, Mandy is always there to undo it.”
Her mom shook her head in disappointment. “That’s a shame. I never had that problem with you and your brother.”
“Yeah, I always thought it was sad that he never got married, but now I think it might have been for the best. None of this would have happened if Mandy weren’t around.”
“But she’s here now. What you have to do is figure out what you’re going to do about it.”
“I don’t suppose pushing Mandy out a window is an option?”
“Scarlett! Shame on you!”
“I’m only kidding. I would never intentionally hurt someone. It’s just that this problem would be so much easier to solve with her out of the picture.”
“I agree, but wishing her out of the picture doesn’t get her out of the picture.”
Scarlett lit up with an idea. “Doesn’t it?”
“No.”
“No, I mean, you said we’re more connected to Universe’s powers of influence over here. What if I did make a wish and let the Universe sort it out for me?”
“You mean pray?” Despite having been dead for almost a quarter of a century and still not having met any godlike being, Scarlett’s mom still refused to give up her Christian beliefs.
“Sure. Wishing. Praying. What’s the difference?”
“Anyone can make a wish. Only the faithful can pray.”
Scarlett was in no mood to engage in a philosophical discussion with her mom on the nature of where they were, so Scarlett let it go. She didn’t need her mother to teach her how to wish … or how to pray for that matter.
So, Scarlett left to find a quiet place where she could be alone to make her wish/pray.
To be continued…