Alice Bell

But she did feel aggrieved that her ability to see and talk to dead people – which was actually a pretty bloody impressive thing to do, when you thought about it

He would be the useful sceptic, Claire could already tell

She had gone up to Claire and said, ‘Hello. Let’s be friends.’ And so they were.

As they got older, Sophie decided her favourite drink was Bacardi, and that was what she was like, too: strong, sweet, clear, overwhelming. (Claire was rosé wine, something a bit childish masquerading as almost adult.)

Sophie was the first friend Claire had

would have written, but I couldn’t, on account of being dead.’

Fuck you,’ he said. ‘Absolutely fuck yourself.’

The next morning, Nana was dead.