If the Spirit Is WillingChapter 2
Bill walked into the den, and plopped down on the couch. He needed to think. The creature walked over and stood next to the TV, her ghostly bare feet ignoring the bean bag chair. Bill glanced down, wondering briefly what would happen if she became solid while inside an object like that, then glanced up at its face. Once again her eyes were vacant and unseeing, as if it had never happened. Hell, maybe it hadn't. "Hey, Bill." He swung his head over to look at Betty. She was lounging in...