A Ghost That Charles Dickens Forgot

"Woooooooooo! Woooooooooooo!"

Rodney flies Zora into the bathroom where I'm balanced on the tub's edge trying to look at myself in the mirror (don't ask).

"Who are you?" I ask.

In his best Jacob Marley voice, Rodney waggles Zora in front of his face and replies, "I'm the ghost of sex past. Wooo!"