“Guys,” Brody hollered, “We have company.”
“You don’t have to yell,” Jon said, getting up from the sofa where he’d been lying, reading. He came over to give Brody a hug before looking at the ghost standing next to him.
“Jon, this is Daw,” Brody said by way of introduction seconds before everyone else came into the living room—Van and Gene via the stairs, Tonio and Kurt through the ceiling. “Don’t mind them,” Brody said with a laugh. “They’re young. They take the fast way.” He introduced Daw to everyone else and then suggested they settle somewhere.
Daw remained where he was, apparently overcome by the enormity of meeting six other ghosts so soon after his own death.
“We don’t bite,” Jon said.
Tonio snickered. “We don’t have to. We can’t eat.” He flopped down in an armchair that had se
