Allison Holub

Notes from a Spectre

Regina may have always been searching for something but never as often as in her new apartment. The first floor of a three story townhouse in Savannah was a big score for her. For the last year she’d been enjoying her job as an assistant and caretaker for a surprisingly self sufficient 93 year old. Her employer, Marie, was a widow and a renown antiques expert in French artifacts and pottery. Marie’s daughter, Pauline, had offered Regina the chance to rent this apartment in one of their family’s properties at a steal. She had been refered to Pauline from her manager at the nursing home that had been her first job. The whole family was very nice and Marie was as sharp as a tack even if her body wasn’t keeping up. She occasionally acted as a consultant for museums and antique dealers all over the world, she had even consulted for a popular antiques show.