Short Story: Rachael Part 3 of 5

At a private girls school, an English teacher fond of shoplifting and married men stages a cursed play linked to a centuries-old ghost story

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Thirty years ago

I stood at my father’s grave, tears falling freely. To die from a brain aneurysm, during of all things a fire drill in his London office, seemed ignominious and cruel. My father deserved better. He deserved to live so much longer. I was angry. Angry at a God I di…