"Winnifred"

I thought you told me your aunt Winnifred was dead,” she said.
“Yes, indeed I did” Michael answered a little surprised, “why do you ask?”
Because I bumped into her last Friday on High Street”, Suzette said, “and she looked quite her old self to me. I was in a hurry, so I did not stop to talk to her. However, I could swear it was the same old Winnifred.”
“Impossible, aunt Winnifred died of a heart attack 2 months ago at the age of 80 and she was buried in the family vault in Taunton. The whole family, what’s left of it, were there. Didn’t you see the advertisement in The Times?  You must have met her look-a like.”
“If you say so.”  Still having her doubts, Suzette left it at this and went back to her office.
She had not seen Michael for some time and had met him during her lunch break.
The rest of the afternoon she was very busy and did not have (the) time to think about this chance meeting any further.
After work she went home by bus. Sitting near the entrance door, she looked at the people getting on (the bus). At the third stop she shot upright! Who was that? She looked again and recognized aunt Winnifred; the same wrinkled face, grey hair and old lady’s hat, wearing her favourite tailor-made suit. This was no mistake.
Aunt Winnifred was carrying a small, rather ugly, overnight bag. Had she been shopping? Suzette became confused. Was she seeing ghosts?
The bus got crowded in the rush hour and standing people blocked her view. If possible she would try to have a word with the old lady. After a few more stops people would be getting off (the bus) and then she might have a chance.
“You are aunt Winnifred. Aren’t you?” Suzette asked the lady when she finally got a seat beside her.
“Why do you ask, I though we knew each other well enough for you to be certain of that”.
“I asked because Michael told me you died of a heart attack 2 months ago and I did not see you around until last Friday”.
Aunt Winnifred was silent for a long time. Then she replied: “He was right, but when everybody had left after the funeral, I was called awake. A spirit appeared with these clothes and this bag, which contains some unfinished things I have to take care of before I can finally rest in peace. There are not many people who can see me and talk with me now. You are one of them. I trust you will keep this between you and me.”
After these last words aunt Winnifred vanished as if dissolved into thin air.

Suzette was so deep in thought that she missed her own stop.