“Tell me? What?” Because Carter felt like if he didn’t sit down, his legs would give out, he reluctantly seated himself at the edge of the bed. You’re asleep, that’s all and this is just a dream. Play along. “So, uh, Bill, what it is you wanna tell me?”
Bill took a puff off his cigarette and snuffed it out in the ashtray. Carter wanted to giggle when he had the thought that ghosts didn’t have to worry about the health hazards of smoking. And what would a ghost cigarette taste like, anyway, menthol or regular? Carter couldn’t help it. He let out of a little titter.
“I’m glad you’re amused. Now, if I could begin.”
Carter gestured with his hand that the floor belonged to Bill. “I’m listening.”
“As I said, I’ve watched you and that colored guy have s*x. Pretty racy. In my day, even here in
