Monday, January 3, 2011
This is the best part. This is the worst part.
Being able to talk to ghosts means I understand their language - but only if it's a ghost. If a living woman walked up to me and said something in French, I'd say something clever like, "huh?".
But I know what she's said, and I know what she wants.
No point in trying to put my arms around an insubstantial body. No point in trying to be comforting. I can only do what I do best.
I hold out my hand as if bestowing a blessing - which, if you think about it, I am - and say, "Go in peace."
That's it. No flashy fireworks, just - gone.