The ghost was sprawled out on the couch when we got back from the grocery store. It was watching TV. And wanted to know if we’d bought any snacks. We offered it a banana, or a yogurt, but it sneered at both suggestions. We said it should have asked for snacks before we left.
“You didn’t say where you were going,” it said, turning back to the TV.
We asked if it was going to spend the whole afternoon on the couch.
“I have about three episodes to catch up,” it said. “But I can scooch over if you want.”