My easily shocked conservative family has always been concerned about my fidelity to gender. After a succession of girlfriends, the family was audibly relieved when I found a man. I could have married an escaped convict and still they’d have celebrated my return to the fold. As a ghost perhaps I’ll come back as a man, especially to haunt them. Or perhaps ghosts have no gender. A comforting thought. In the meantime, A. and I will surely share a succession of mistresses, younger and plumper as the years go by.
