"Tut tut Father, people are more willing to give all for their faith, you should know that. At any rate, if our dinner meeting is set, then I'll be on my way," Miriam says, gathering up her purse.
*Unless anyone objects to her plan, Miriam will call for a cab.*
"The Library," she tells the cabbie, and settles back to watch the streets go by. Dear Edward, it's been so many years since you were taken from me. The good Father wants to rekindle my faith, but I buried that with you. I'm afraid you wouldn't approve of I'm doing, your son certainly doesn't. Ah well, you had your business, and I have mine now. And I am doing good from time to time, with what "gifts" I received after your death. I'm off on another one, I'm certain of it, and that's enough to salve my conscience.
*Miriam sighs as she pulls up to the Library. She tips the cabbie generously and walks into the blessedly warm confines of her usual haunt. I could never win arguements with Edward, and I still can't even though he's dead. Focus, Miriam dear, you must get something done today other than conversations with a ghost.*
*Finding one of the librarians to help her, she collects a healthy stack of newspapers and begins her research. If she come across anything particularly odd or occult, she'll try to get ahold of some volumes to research that phenomena further, writing down everything she encounters in her notebook.*