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of
money. Hey, would you like to walk round the rest of the lockers with me? I
could give you some advice.”
    “That
would be lovely, thank you. Don’t you think so, Frankie?”
    Another
shrug from Frankie. “We can do.”
    “Follow
me,” Big Bob said.
    The
huge man turned away. Grace gave Frankie a little shove.
    “Hey!
What was that for?” he said.
    “For
being a man!” Grace said and she gave him another shove for good measure.
    She
walked after Big Bob. She grinned, it felt good to feel a bit of anger, she
hadn’t felt anything other than hopelessness for months.
     

Chapter 11
     
    The
rest of the auction continued. It went so fast that it made Grace’s head spin.
    She
didn’t know where to look. She was mesmerised by Sylvester Sylver’s warm voice
and friendly smile. She had no idea what he was saying at times, he seemed to
sing as he called out the bids.
    The
other bidders nodded and mumbled, she sort of followed the bids for a while but
soon lost track of who was winning.
    Big
Bob stood at their side and indicated towards the lockers and whether they were
worth bidding for or not. Frankie had lost his stubbornness and paid close
attention to what Big Bob was saying. Big Bob also warned them about some of
the other bidders, the ones he called the ‘big players’.
    But
it was the ghosts that caught Grace’s attention. They weren’t in every locker
but the ones that Grace saw were getting clearer. She was even starting to hear
what some of them were saying. She blushed slightly as a young female ghost
swore profusely as her sewing table was sold for £10.
    Frankie
tugged at her jacket. “I want to bid on something, Grace. What do you think,
shall we try and get a bit of something for the shop?”
    Big
Bob overheard him. “Would you like me to bid for you? You might not of noticed
but some of the big players have been keeping an eye on you. As soon as you
start to bid they’ll bid against you and raise the price. I’ve seen it happen
before.”
    Frankie
shoved his hands deep into his pockets and said defiantly, “I can do it
myself.”
    Grace
sighed and said, “For goodness sake! Stop trying to be so macho! Accept help
when it’s offered.”
    “You’re
a fine one to talk,” Frankie mumbled. He looked up at Big Bob and nodded
reluctantly. “Thanks.”
    “No
problem, there’s only one locker left. Let’s have a closer look,” Big Bob said.
    They
moved closer to the freshly opened locker. Grace heard other people say that it
was rubbish and not worth anything. Was it that bad?
    They
looked in the room. It didn’t have much. It looked like a bedroom from the
1980s. There was a slim wardrobe, a chest of drawers and a single bed.
    Big
Bob nodded and said, “It looks like someone moved house and forgot to come back
for this. There’s nothing special, quite recent stuff and not even quality
items. Not worth a bid.”
    Frankie
looked disappointed.
    Grace
looked closer at the bed. She turned to Frankie and said, “Why don’t you bid on
it anyway? If you’re intent on staying in the stockroom at the shop you could
do with a bit of furniture.”
    Frankie’s
eyes lit up. “Excellent idea.”
    Grace
turned back to the room and looked straight into the sad eyes of the teenage
ghost who was sitting on the bed.
     

Chapter 12
     
    Sylvester
Sylver bellowed out, “Last locker of the day, folks. Who will start the bidding
at £50?”
    There
were jeers and outbursts of laughter.
    “I
wouldn’t give you a penny for that pile of junk!” someone called out.
    Grace
saw the hurt look on the ghost’s face, he looked as if he wanted to cry. Did
ghosts cry?
    Big
Bob pulled Grace and Frankie to one side and said, “You two need to walk away
as if you’ve finished for the day. I’ll bid on your behalf but if the others
know I’m doing it they’ll make my bid go higher. Walk away now.”
    Frankie
gave a slight nod as if he’d just been given a secret mission. Then he said,
far too loudly,