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“It isn’t a matter of believing, really,” he said. “I believe what I see.”
“You think I’m mad.” When I looked up, he was smiling, amused and a little rueful. “You can say it. You think I’m barmy. Most women do.”
“I don’t have an opinion about ghosts. It’s people I don’t believe in, I suppose.”
I abandoned good sense and let silly, girlish fantasies take full rein in my mind.
looking at me with a polite expectation that only barely hid the obsessive gleam in his eyes.
A brassy thing with a movie-star obsession and a mouth like a sailor?
The feel of him was making me sane again. My body was quieting against his.
His voice was rough like a cat’s tongue. “Unbutton your dress.”
“Some other time, my dear, I’ll tell you a bloodthirsty bedtime story. Not tonight.”
Maddy may just be a random phenomenon. Some ghosts are simply a concentration of energy, nothing more.”
“Haunting of grave sites is actually very rare. Most people are not emotionally invested in where they are buried, so their energy does not concentrate there after death. Actually,”
The birds did not follow us. But they watched us go, dark and silent in the trees.
Perhaps he was indifferent to me, but in the end it was me he had chosen, me he had not been able to resist.
No gods here, she gurgled.
It was the girls who locked themselves away, who had never felt the loving touch of a man, who, when they loved, loved the fiercest. Maddy and I were different in every way, but this much I understood.
