Grave Expectations

The next morning, Nana was dead.

Fuck you,’ he said. ‘Absolutely fuck yourself.’

would have written, but I couldn’t, on account of being dead.’

Sophie was the first friend Claire had

As they got older, Sophie decided her favourite drink was Bacardi, and that was what she was like, too: strong, sweet, clear, overwhelming. (Claire was rosé wine, something a bit childish masquerading as almost adult.)

She had gone up to Claire and said, ‘Hello. Let’s be friends.’ And so they were.

He would be the useful sceptic, Claire could already tell

But she did feel aggrieved that her ability to see and talk to dead people – which was actually a pretty bloody impressive thing to do, when you thought about it