Ghosts

Mila narrowed her eyes and glared across the table. "She's a baby," she said. "She's only three years old."

"I'm not!" Chloe whined. "I'm ten years old! I'm ten!"

Mila grinned sardonically, her white teeth shining. "She's a baby," she said at last.

Chloe grimaced but Mila didn't notice. She reached across the low table and snatched a small white ghost from the air, then popped it into her mouth and rolled her eyes. "She's only three," she crooned. "She's a tiny baby, I can't even understand what she's saying."

Chloe reached for a ghost but the tiny spirit wriggled between her fingers and flitted away. Mila picked another ghost from the air, effortlessly, and pushed it into her mouth, staring at Chloe as she chewed. "Baby," she muttered around a mouthful of ghosts.