[His response surprises her, this kind of response from a London man who'd just told her about the kind of women she can hardly imagine. She swallows audibly, her voice straining for strength.]

They're - they're only dead people. I've seen those before. But the ghosts - [one of them was a child and the other, she thinks the other must have been the mother. She feels queasy to remember it.]

I couldn't get close. Something about them made me sick. I couldn't stay too long.

[It is not a lie, but it is a lie. She ran.]