'And in here', the guide continued, 'is where soirees and dances were held.' She turned to face the group which consisted mainly of old couples and maybe a couple of middle-aged moms.
A few interesting looking art-school type kids were buzzing around the old-home-turned museum but they preferred to roam the property on their own terms.
One of the art kids walked right through Lady Furdham who cast the offensive youth a dirty glance he couldn't see. She turned to the tour guide, the only person who could see her and raised a brow, 'If this is the state of the young people nowadays, the world will end soon. And I would prefer for them to not enter my home.' The tour guide shrugged, 'Not your choice anymore, my lady.' 'What?' An older man from the group peered at her. 'Nothing,' the tour guide shook her head, 'it's nothing.' The ghost of Lady Furdham let out a small giggle behind her white-gloved hand and then flounced away in a swish of heavy pink skirts.
The tour guide continued with the group. Just another day at work.
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