“And how do you think I got all this nice silver…..Dead People. Relax Mindy. Didn’t most of the stuff in this world once belong to people who are now dead?”

Looking at her upside down reflection in the upturned spoon, Mindy feigned calmness. “You mean I had a dead person’s silver spoon in my mouth?”

“Yes. And the guest bed you slept on was from an estate sale. My God Min, are you afraid of antiques too?”

“I believe in pyres. Burn it all. Clothes, furniture, bones, pets…all of it.”

A melon baller, that’s what I need. Mindy has that juicy soft spot where they removed her skull to get at that tumor. They took a little too much out though. Nice people call her quirky. How “nice”. She’s stupid. She needs me to tell her what’s right and wrong. What’s true. But she’s so fucking agreeable. I wish I could have this illness scooped out like she did. I wonder…

“What are you doing?” Mindy shouted, slapping at Sophia’s hand.

“Hold still, you have something caught in your hair.”

“Is it a spider!?”