Chapter 95

“He does that a lot,” Patrick told her.

“There’s a Wonder Woman costume back there. Not to be presumptuous. You might be into someone else entirely,” I said. “It’s seventy percent off, if you want to try it on, we can even make it feel like you’re flying.”

Carrie smiled again. It took a moment or two, and she didn’t fully show it, but it was there.

“Sorry.” I rolled my eyes. “Sometimes, I get very excited about things.”

“Were these the same ghosts from when you were on TV last fall?” She looked up at me.

“Same ones, yes.”

“That is really cool!”

“So, you don’t think I’m crazy?” I asked.

“No way, Goose. I believe in ghosts.”

“I hope you still believe in people, too,” Patrick said.

“The people here at the store have been great. My supervisor writes ‘Carrie’ on the schedule. He let me write Carrie on my locker, even though my nametag and all the official paperwork still says Charles, Charles Porter. Someday…” Carrie said.