[Allison's got a ghost of her own, which means most evenings she doesn't leave the boat. She sits at the table and has a drink with her husband, if only for a few minutes. It's nice just to hear his voice, and while she knows this is going to be a future problem, she doesn't want to let it go just yet.
So when her brother pops in, watching the windows for his own spectre, Ray tips his head back, with a small, sad smile. "Let me guess. Another one of your brothers?"
She laughs.]
With six of them, it's safe to say I never run out.
lemme know if this doesn't work
So when her brother pops in, watching the windows for his own spectre, Ray tips his head back, with a small, sad smile. "Let me guess. Another one of your brothers?"
She laughs.]
With six of them, it's safe to say I never run out.