Unlike my mother, I don’t believe in ghosts. I used to mock her about it.
“Are you going to come back and haunt me, then?” I’d jeer. “I’ll have better things to do than squander any more time on you, you no-good wastrel!” she’d reply. I can hear her now. (c) Andrew Ball
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