* * *
‘Who are you?’ asked Peter of the wraith standing at the foot of the bed.
‘But who were you in life?’
‘All right, so what was your name?’
‘Same as mine.’
It was five days before the alarm was raised and they found the body.
* * *
The posts are becoming obsessed with women and death lately. It started even before I discovered Lady Gaga and the capacity for magnanimity.
(I avoided making the post about what’s missing in the appeal of Lady Gaga. It was too obvious and would have put me back to where I was about three years ago.)