Theresa looks back at her new ghost friend. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that, Stanley?" She listens, and a slow smile begins to grow. "Really? No, we weren't planning on it." "What?" I pull some more tissue from the box. "What weren't we planning?" "A trip to England. He says we'll be going soon." "We are?" Doubtful, but not one to argue with ghosts, I blow my nose and say, "That's nice. I haven't seen my gran for over a year." A...