The way my world works

[elionwyr]

A few years ago, I had the privilege of working on a haunt in Michigan and staying in the owner's guest house. By a lake. With a French chef that cooked dinner for the owner's family as well as people staying at the guest house.

It was a fairy tale sort of job. Even my room had fairy tale themed bits of furniture, and a bed that was so high off the ground I literally hurt myself one night trying to navigate my way across the room and into said bed.

The chef, Francois, also worked at the haunt, and while I certainly can't claim he was my friend, he was very kind to me (intimidated as I was by the whole experience), and when I heard he was leaving this job, I sent my well wishes to him via the haunt owner's daughter. Truth be told, I gathered he has left in part to be nearer his wife, but I assumed that meant France.

Jump forward to last night. Bones and I went to a local landmark restaurant/bed and breakfast, Henderson Castle, which is a gorgeous Victorian mansion. As we walked up to the front door and stepped into the foyer, Bones told me a little about the Castle's history..how the owners had sold off many of the antiques when they fell upon hard times, and that someone else had bought the place a few years ago.

A gentleman met us in the lobby and offered to take our coats, and...my brain locked up. Because that had to be Francois. But but but..

"I think I know you," I finally said.

"You look familiar," he replied.

"Fear Itself..?"

"Yes! I was the mortician!"

I hugged him, much to his surprise, and he explained that yes, he had purchased this place in 2011, and had owned other local restaurants in the past, and ..frankly, my brain was sorta not wanting to believe it, but then I Googled him and holy poop this man that had teased me for not being able to drink the martini he had prepared for me at the lake house has a pretty damned impressive resume, and...I may be too intimidated to talk to him again.

That said..a haunter friend of mine once laughed at a tale-of-car-woe of mine, saying, "You are the only person I know that could be literally in the middle of nowhere and find a haunter."

I sat in this amazingly beautiful mansion, waiting for dinner, and giggled. He was right. This is exactly how my world works.

Awesome!

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