Penelope seemed awfully blasé about the whole thing. “Aren’t you angry?” I probably should be, shouldn’t I? Proper murdered ghosts always go shrieking and wailing about, or enchanting harps that shriek their killer’s name aloud or something like that. But it seems like so much work. And I’ve always been a very lazy person, you know.
Me too, too lazy AF to haunt anything. 👻
