Long story short, ghosts just coming out of the closet sucked at communication. Probably as bad as a beginner ghost whisperer sucked at getting them to communicate.

You told dad you didn't know what happened to his underwear. But You'd just flame-broiled his shorts on the grill.

You couldn't always control life, just your response to it.

Did you found something? asked she with hope. Yes, this until... Until what...? Until you stick your breasts on my back.And you realize that now I can't think about lions anymore!

What you are doesn't matter. Because what you are isn't going to change who you are.

Me?" All the crappiness of the day, of the last few weeks, zeroed in on this high and mighty B with an itch, and the scared-rabbit feeling faded.

She already had a headache-she didn't want to add 'get tortured' to today's to-do list.