“She came very close, and looking into my eyes, she said, “My Jenny,” and then she bent her head and kissed me – here, on the left-hand corner of my mouth. And nobody knows better than I that I couldn’t have felt anything, because Tamsin was a ghost – but nobody but me knows what I felt. And I’ll always know.”

“She came very close, and looking into my eyes, she said, “My Jenny,” and then she bent her head and kissed me – here, on the left-hand corner of my mouth. And nobody knows better than I that I couldn’t have felt anything, because Tamsin was a ghost – but nobody but me knows what I felt. And I’ll always know.”

— Peter S. Beagle