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A grin split his face. “Alice Law, you naughty girl. You’re trying to go to Hell.”
“Hell’s lonely,” said Peter. “You’ll want company.” “Hell is other people, I’ve heard.”
What Alice needed most then was a nice long holiday, and then perhaps institutionalization at some remote facility near the sea.
All the ghost stories were wrong; hauntings were so rarely malicious. The dead only wanted to feel included.
“Try hanging from your top four fingers instead. They’ll give you all the traction you need. Hook, don’t pinch.”
Didnt realize id get a bouldedring lesson
She tilted her head down and saw Peter’s face crumpled against her neck. He was crying.
Me
As a child she had learned that white was all the colors wrapped in one, and she found this profoundly unfair; that one could have seen rainbows everywhere but instead, with weak mortal eyes, saw only plain light.
Peter had not died in the desert so she could be smacked around by someone’s detached arm.
