I cracked a smile. “I completely understand. Here. Let me show you something.” I strode to my bed, set down my cocoa, and pulled my precious wooden box from under the frame.
“This is my memory box,” I explained. “Ghosts don’t amass many possessions, but this is where I keep the things that are most important to me.” I opened the box and Brandon came over to look at the contents.
There were a couple of outliers—a set of gold, shiny bells connected by a red ring and a century-old toy airplane without wings. Other than that, the treasure of the box was my collection of ticket stubs.
“Movies are my thing. Whenever I’m on Earth, I see as many as I can in theaters and rent a bunch more. When the season is over, I store the box in my dorm at the CCD for the next year. I think that souls—even i
