“So, that means they follow their bodies,” Thistle deduced. “I don’t think there are any hard and fast rules when you’re a ghost,” I said, my contempt obvious. “It’s not like they get a handbook, like in Beetlejuice. They pretty much do whatever they want.” “She’s probably right,” Clove said ruefully. Of course I was right. I’m always right. When will they realize that?
The ego is not flattering.
