“Patricia,” I call out. Steady voice now. Hands, not so much. “Look, let’s be cool, okay? I know it’s probably not fun being dead, but that doesn’t mean you have to scream your lungs out. If you use your indoor voice, I’m happy to sit down and listen to whatever you—” Another scream pierces the air. “Or not,” I backpedal. “Fine. You win, Patricia. Just keep scaring the crap out of me, then.”
