‘Yes, John, but you, me and the children are ghosts now. All we can do is hover!’
‘We can stop that horrid Donald family. They won’t commandeer these, the way they have with everything else here, showing contempt to anyone who isn’t them. They won’t sit somewhere icy, given they love their comforts.’
Emily smiled. John said there must be a bright side to being a ghost.
She thought they’d just found it.