“Yes, baby?” I stopped chopping vegetables and glanced at Susie.
She was colouring a book on the kitchen table, her tongue sticking out in concentration. “Guess what Bobby told me today.”
“He said that his house is haunted!”
I opened my mouth to quell any of her fears, but Susie continued, “It’s okay though, because they’re nice.”
“The ghosts in his walls. They won’t hurt him. They just want to play.”
At least she wasn’t scared. “Did Bobby tell you that too?”
“No.” Susie picked up another crayon. “The tall man next to my bed did.”