Dotty mashed her hands on her hips.
"But why would he relish you? It's not like you can safeguard him from anything. He's already dead. You can't speak to him like Morgana and Kate can. You can't even see him to realize he likes you to turn on the TV, like Brad does."
Dotty tossed her hands in the air.
"I give up."
Charlie stroked her shoulder. "I'm certain he doesn't despise you. He possibly just infers he can get a reaction from you. If you ignore him, he'll possibly leave you alone."
"Oh, no. I attempted that." She wiggled her head, vehemently. "If I ignore him, he keeps upping the ante until I lose my temper and yell at him."
"What does he do?" Ethan inquired.
Irritating things.
He glimpses me waiting for the lottery numbers to be read with my ticket in hand then inflicts static on the TV.
He whirls the oven off as soon as I plop a roast in. He jerks up my cans of soda in the fridge.
