"Look at her tongue," I said again, rushing forward, but I had no hands to touch with. This was a startling sensation; I felt like I had hands.
I swear the ghost hanging over Osgar laughed at me. Just a little laugh, but still. The hot prick of irritation at being laughed at disappeared in a flash as I realized if she could laugh at me she could see me.
"You," I said, reaching for her. She recoiled. I couldn't see my own hands but somehow she was aware of them. "Tell them. Look at her tongue. Your tongue, I guess. Tell them."
The ghost blinked at me and I was just wondering how I was going to act that out if she could see me but not hear me when she floated down over her own form, hovering over her like a swimmer underwater admiring her own sun-dappled reflection from the other side. He
