Under_The_Whispering_Door_by_TJ_Klune

That certainly didn’t make him feel any better. He changed tack, an old
trick he’d learned to try to catch people off guard. It was mostly force of
habit because he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking for. “At the
convenience store.”
“What about it?” She closed the dishwasher before leaning against it,
waiting for him to continue.
“The clerk,” Wallace said. “He could see you. And the people here can
too.”
“They can,” she said slowly.
“But the people at my funeral couldn’t.”
“Is there a question in there somewhere?”
He scowled at her. “Are you always this aggravating?”
She shrugged. “Depends on who you ask.”
“Are you … human?” He knew how ridiculous that sounded, but then he
remembered he was a ghost talking to a woman who could snap her fingers
and drag him hundreds of miles in an instant.
“Sort of,” she said. She hoisted herself up onto the counter, legs and feet
dangling against a row of wooden cabinets. “Or, rather, I used to be. I’ve still
got all my human parts, if that’s what you meant.”
“I don’t think that’s what I meant at all. I’m not thinking about your parts.”
She snorted. “I know. I’m just giving you shit, man. Lighten up a little.
There’s not a whole lot for you to worry about anymore.”
That stung more than he cared to admit. “That’s not true,” he said stiffly.
She sobered. “Hey, no. I didn’t mean it like—you’re allowed to ask
questions, Wallace. In fact, if you didn’t, I’d be concerned. It’s natural. This
is something you’ve never experienced before. Of course you’ll want to try
to figure out everything right away. It can’t be easy not getting the answers
you’re used to hearing. I wish I could give you all the answers, but I don’t
have them. I don’t know if anyone does, not really.” She squinted at him.
“Did that help?”
“I have no idea how to answer that.”
“Good,” she said.
He blinked, confused. “It is?”
She nodded. “Maybe it’s just me, but I think I’d feel relieved finding out
there are things I don’t know about. It can’t be healthy the other way, you
know?”