Specter One came toward me. “A person maybe, but you’re a ghost, Frost. Trust me, you’ll get used to it. Everyone here does. Eventually you’ll look at this eleven-month stint as a restful vacation and your job in December as an adventure.”
“He’s right,” Marsha chimed in. “I resisted at first. We all do. But after a couple of seasons, you get into a rhythm and realize how wonderful it is to be a part of this. I am sorry we had to spring the truth on you this way, but”—she glanced at Specter One—“Santa and the Senior Specters have found it’s best to reveal truths about the CCD to us in phases so we can adjust and not become overwhelmed or overburdened.”
“What if a spirit wants out?” I asked, pausing for a moment. “Could you set me free? Can I just go wherever other souls who weren’t chosen
