Amanda Widdershins looked around the sitting

Amanda Widdershins looked around the sitting room with a bruised heart. The old farmhouse was presentable enough. The gloom in the northwest corner might even be a selling point.

The open-house was half over with no prospects. Amanda adjusted the crease in her skirt. "Maybe if I had an apple-cinnamon potpourri. They wouldn't notice the smell of dread."

Roy smiled and responded:'You might also want to consider ridding this house of its ghosts and removing the dead bodies from the basement. That might be more effective than cinnamo

n and honey.' Roy was such a knowledgeable and handy young man. 'You know ma'am, I might be able to help you out with the pesky spirits. I've had a poltergeist once, thankfully

I got rid of it, but it wern't easy." When she turned her back Roy's head spun around, he went completely white, and gave the camera a sickly grin. Back to normal, Roy said "To get

maximum coverage I need another memory card." He tickled the camera. She smiled, "Sure." Roy ran his fingers through her hair. "How many memories do you store up there?" She did no

. I was fascinated by how she could be peevish & giggly at the same time. I giggled with her but then she gave me a sour look. "Why the mixed messages?" I asked exasperatedly

Her brows furrowed as she smiled brightly. "I've got multiple personality disorder. No, you don't. Yes, I do. Shut up. Don't tell me to shut up. Giggle. Be peevish." I understood

her issues because I was a kindred spirit and also had suffered from a bi-polar disorder. That's when I realised she was just another of my personalities. I was her or she was me.