Little Cassie, in her band shirt and ponytail, reaches up and grips Hans by the face with both hands. He slowly lowers his eyes to hers, and only because I’m so fucking curious, and listening so fucking hard, do I hear her whisper. “That’s one.” I roll my lips into my mouth and bite down on them to keep from busting out laughing. She just fucking scolded the ghost man for throwing a fit over some cookies. Goddamn, it’s gonna be fun having them around.
