Millie stared at Ami for a minute. She'd forgotten that little incident--or put it out of her mind, more likely. Now Ami's words brought it all back to her.
She had been talking to someone that nobody else except that blonde, Daisy, could see. Or hear. If it were just her, Millie might think she was simply crazy--but Daisy could see and hear Frenchy as well. So did that mean they were both crazy? Or could they actually...talk to...ghosts?
Millie didn't like that idea. So there was only one thing to do. Ignore it. Change the subject. She gladly seized hold of the other topic Ami had offered.
"Yeah, maybe that's it! I faked my..." Faked a death by falling space debris? Right in the middle of a busy street? That didn't sound very likely, now did it? "No..." Millie said.
"That doesn't make any sense," Millie said. "A fake newspaper headline sounds a lot easier to do." Millie busied herself for a minute putting the baking sheet of biscuits into the oven.
She glanced sidelong at Ami, who was watching her silently. "So what did you write about 'George' anyway?"
[George/"Millie"]
Millie stared at Ami for a minute. She'd forgotten that little incident--or put it out of her mind, more likely. Now Ami's words brought it all back to her.
She had been talking to someone that nobody else except that blonde, Daisy, could see. Or hear. If it were just her, Millie might think she was simply crazy--but Daisy could see and hear Frenchy as well. So did that mean they were both crazy? Or could they actually...talk to...ghosts?
Millie didn't like that idea. So there was only one thing to do. Ignore it. Change the subject. She gladly seized hold of the other topic Ami had offered.
"Yeah, maybe that's it! I faked my..." Faked a death by falling space debris? Right in the middle of a busy street? That didn't sound very likely, now did it? "No..." Millie said.
"That doesn't make any sense," Millie said. "A fake newspaper headline sounds a lot easier to do." Millie busied herself for a minute putting the baking sheet of biscuits into the oven.
She glanced sidelong at Ami, who was watching her silently. "So what did you write about 'George' anyway?"