[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.
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Date: 2016-06-02 12:56 pm (UTC)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.]