April felt a stabbing pain in her chest. She had promised her mother she would be open to just this situation, but now that it was before her, she just couldn’t. It didn’t feel like the right thing to do. Anguish and helplessness choked her until she realized why she was feeling so reluctant, and then she could take a full breath and properly speak.
“The last ghost I was supposed to deal with wasn’t a ghost at all,” April said. “It was a collection of fish, deadly fish from Earth. People were dying because whatever steps they took to protect themselves from an angry ghost were useless against fish venom. They weren’t prepared for the danger and they died.”
“I don’t believe in ghosts either, April,” Sunita said.
“But don’t you see? I could do what you ask and everyone could be content an
