“Your mum says you catch ghosts now?” It was a question rather than a statement. I plucked a glass from the place setting that would be hers and poured her a large glass. I took another large glass for myself and handed the dregs to dad who was standing in the kitchen doorway waiting for it. He frowned at the amount I had left him but took it on the chin without comment. “Not quite, Debbie. Mother gets a little confused sometimes.” Because she is a senile, interfering old bat. “What I actually do is investigate cases where people think they are being haunted or think their brother is a
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Mom over simplified things but Debbie hung up on the 'ghost' thing
