I don’t entirely understand how anyone gets a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. It just seems like the most impossible odds. You have to have a crush on the exact right person at the exact right moment. And they have to like you back. A perfect alignment of feelings and circumstances. It’s almost unfathomable that it happens as often as it does.
She chuckles again. “Because sane plans never work, girl,” she says. “Only the mad ones do.”
“But I might come back to haunt you,” said Ruby.
“Of that I am certain,” said the housekeeper. “You haunt my every waking hour, why give up the habit when you’re dead?”