I see dead people.
Walking around like regular people. They don’t see each other. They only see what they want to see. They don’t know they’re dead.
All the time. They’re everywhere.
She wanted me to tell you she saw you dance. She said, when you were little, you and her had a fight, right before your dance recital. You thought she didn’t come see you dance. She did. She hid in the back so you wouldn’t see. She said you were like an angel. She said you came to the place where they buried her. Asked her a question? She said the answer is… “Every day.” What did you ask?
