I wanted to know where he was going, so I wisped down the stairs to join him. “Charlie, where are you floating off to?” “The larder, for a private think.” “What about?” “We need to call a meeting, Tabitha. I need to think of a time when we will all be together. We ghosties are so frightfully busy...
Amelia said that afternoon. “School recess can be fun now.” We sat together on a bench at the edge of the playground. Well, Amelia sat, and I floated. “I can eat my ordinary chips,” Amelia said as she crunched, “and you can eat your ghost chips, and—” “But, Amelia, you’re crying.” “School is horr...