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"Ira Aaron, she says...." Older photos, now. Black and white.

"He's the one who came to America, to escape the war."

"I think Papa has some of his things..." A little crease between her brows.

There's even a picture of Ira before the Brooklyn Bridge, carrying a For Sale sign. A joke.. obviously.

"Miss Lillian, is this him?"

"It is it.." _ the sound of tears "He lived. He didn't get killed in the war, not .. not that war anyway. He didn't get killed by the Spanish Flu. I... "_

"Aye. He had three children. See, this is my grandfather - Benjamin."

"What a beautiful boy"

"And great-aunt Lily, and great-uncle Daniel..."

"He used to joke that as a Lilian I could get in easy" happy tears sound a bit different from sad ones. The ghost is happy.

"He was, oh, ninety something when he passed..."

"Wait.. He didn't name Lily after... no. He wouldn't... no. that's.. pure ego."

"Oh, I don't know. Papa might?"

"Can I See who he married? I .. you know, the lucky girl?

Zara nods, looking for the photo. "Deborah."

"Ooh down shadow.. thank you. She's lovely. She's... she's got nice eyes. I like that. Lots of kindness in those eyes."

"I believe they were happy."

"That's what I needed to hear"

"Well, I am glad I could help..."

"It's a mitzvah, to help the dead."

"He said helping people like I did was...he loved that about me. He was proud."

"I am sure. I am sorry that you were separated too soon."

"I as well, but he lived and he loved and he had a family. My Ira got to be the man I knew he could be and do the good I knew he could. That helps."

"He worked on vaccines. That's where a lot of the family money comes from, in truth...."

"He saved lives? I mean.. he made vaccines that saved lives? I..." the voice softens "Thank you. I think I need to rest a bit."

"Aye. Because he... oh..." A wide-eyed look.

"Maybe" A soft pleased sound, "I'd like to think he never forgot. And that's.. that's enough. I am going to rest but ..if I'm not on my way maybe I'll drop by again. Say hello. "

"Rest well, Miss Lillian."

And the sensation of someone being there, well, it's gone.

Earl says "Okay. I feel like I have missed a lot"

"I... I think she may be resting?" Blink.

"She wanted to know what happened to someone."

"Who is in your family album"

"well, this is my great-grandfather, Ira Aaron."

"And the ghost knew Ira?"

She nods. "She loved him, but she died."

"OH wow.. " a mutter "A love that lasts beyond death"

"Aye. Romantic!"

"I seem to recall it took us a few tries to find each other..." She reaches up to caress his cheek

He leans softly into it, "But so worth it."

"SO worth it."

Earl's hand touches hers that touches him, then he slips it into his grip she he can kiss the inside of her palm. "It would seem, the dear ghost has given us a gift I think."

"She may have." A pause. "I suppose my reading could wait, a little while..."

"I would entreat for that time, entreat with strokes, and kisses, and clumsy poetry"

"Mmm. Woo me, aye."

"You are the lily amid mere roses, and while they boast of thorns, they do not drink as deeply of the secrets of the world as thee. They are not the flower that the moon shares her light with. No..only you" A kiss further up her arm, soft, brief, but followed by another up to her shoulder, let thunder boast, let rain pound... it is the mist and fog that you are that crawls into the places they overlook. "

Zara smiles, and is wooed.

Indeed, lips upon neck, and more poetry, and a candle in the room is blown out so wooing might take it's ultimate form in the velvet curtain of on rushing night.

(fade to black)