Meg's Casebook

But she was 29 now, and her Cancer yearning to nurture, to be a mother, to have her own home, was impossible to ignore. As she sat in the master bedroom of a pop star’s mansion, waiting for the ghost who disturbed the owner’s sleep to appear, she reviewed the men in her life. Midnight chimed.

The moonlight arrowed into the room, marking its centre. There appeared the ghost of a young man holding a book. He had died in that spot, his heart ripped by regret for not marrying the girl he loved.

They communicated, the ghost was soothed. And Liz was given the answer to her love question. In the morning, Liz advised the pop star to move her bed from the centre of the room.

Then, following the ghost’s advice, Liz began to woo the real owner of the mansion, a descendant of the ghost. It was when they had been married for some years, that Liz found the book of old drawings, each featuring a face she knew so well – her own.