Olive stares at me through the glass door, mouth slightly open, revealing the tips of very white teeth. I fumble with my wallet, blinking against the sudden sting in my eyes. Olive knows me well enough to know I didn’t mean it when I said I wasn’t going to apply. Anxiety forces ...
Her father had laughed good-naturedly when she told him and said, “There are no such things as ghosts, not outside of storybooks. When you die you’re dead and that’s the end of it, you don’t come back in a white sheet to scare people.” Even now, as she trembled in her b...