Ghost Family Christmas Chapter One
“Hi there. I’m Deborah. Guess you’re gonna be living in our house for a while. I hope you like it. I hope you stay. Most people don’t. Most people are outta here within—what would you say, Carl, two years?”
Carl shrugged. “Give or take.”
“Oh, sorry, I started the introductions but I didn’t get past me. This here’s my brother Carl. He calls me Debbie. Or Deb.”
“Or dingbat,” Carl added.
Deb kicked him in the shin, which was much more satisfying a move back when he could feel it. “Anyway, you can call me whatever you like. Just don’t call me late for dinner! Haha. That’s a joke. It’s not very funny. I don’t know why I said it. Now I’m embarrassed. Forget I exist, okay?”
“How can he forget?” Carl asked, circling one brazen arm around
