She would employ her teaching skills to ensure the conversation with the spirit world was orderly. She flexed her hands and cracked her knuckles.

Our friend, Gor – he’s the bony, old one, by the tallboy – has been suffering strange occurrences, spirit.

Ooh, a mystery!’ the old lady squealed, briefly looking half alive.

Now there, thought Galia, is the real root of the problem: upset over an unfulfilled vegetable promise.