Naea frowned slightly, watching Pierce move around the apartment to sprinkle salt at the windows. It suddenly bothered her that it was possible her father coming to complete 'unfinished business'--whatever that was for him. She had gotten so tired of the drunken apologies when he did call, but they were so often followed by a jab for cash that she never could take it seriously.
Whatever it was that Pierce was doing, Naea hoped it worked, or that maybe Mama would come and get him and straighten him up. "Yeah, I can't honestly say I've really had to deal with ghosts coming around to finish whatever it is they felt they haven't accomplished. Seems unfair, though. Once your time here is done, you should be able to move on. Sleeping dogs and all that." Linnaea downed the rest of her brandy and secretly wondered if there was more, because she was feeling the need for it. "Dad lived his life the way he wanted to."