I’m a pshycic, she says
I snort.
No really, she says
Yeah right, I say. No one can see dead people.
I can, she says. Watch, this is my husband.
I don’t see anyone, I say.
That’s because he’s dead, she says.
Oh. I say
Look, he’s picking me up, she says.
You aren’t moving, I say.
That’s why I’m a pshycic, she says.