Kat: Sometimes I worry that I’m starting to forget.
Casper: Forget what?
Kat: My mom. Just certain things. The sound of her making breakfast downstairs. The way she’d put on her lipstick, so carefully. I do remember, she always used Ivory soap, and when she’d hug me, I’d breathe her in, so deep. And I remember before I’d go to sleep she’d whisper in my ear, “stardust in the eyes, rosy cheeks, and a happy girl in the morning.” Casper?
Casper: Hmm?
Kat: If my mom’s a ghost, did she forget about me?
Casper: No. She’d never forget you. Kat?
Kat: [about to sleep] Mm-hmm?
Casper: If I were alive, would you go to the Halloween dance with me?
Kat: Mm-hmm.
Casper: Kat?
Kat: Mm-hmm.
Casper: [whispers] Can I keep you?
Kat: Mm-hmm.
[Casper kisses Kat on the cheek]
Kat: Casper, close the window. It’s cold.
[Casper curls up in bed by Kat’s side]