A strange pall fell over me as I considered his words. Out the window, a melodramatic flash of lightning streaked across the dark blue sky, and I waited for the slow roll of thunder to pass before I replied.
“No,” I said.
“It’s not a question.”
“But that’s my answer.”
“You have a ghost. You can’t just ignore—”
“I can do what I like, have any guests I want. If they happen to be spooks, maybe I like spooks. It’s not your call.”
“A’right, but don’t come crying to me if ya get yourself murdered. I don’t like ghosts.”
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