She snorted at the thought. "I can yell and scream at him, and nag him until he does what he's supposed to do. It's okay, I have plenty of time to do that." But her snort was mirthful.
She saw the look in his eyes and nodded. "I remember." There was a smile on her face. She gave him a really close look, seeing that he wasn't looking haggard, or worried. "You seem to be doing well," she said. "I... you know, it's okay to move on." To her reckoning, she had been gone only about five months.
"If you ever feel ready... or whatever, you can move on." She didn't want Anthony to waste all his life pining after her. It was so hard to watch Seamus, and to see that after so many months, he was still a wreck over Mandy. Not that her death had helped him.