I just had to ask. “Myrna, are you Wiccan?”
She just looked at the table and nodded.
There’s nothing to be ashamed of Myrna. A lot of people practice that but I’m just not really sure what it involves.”
“Well what I was doing there, not too many people practice. I was having a conjugal visit with Roger. I might be 75, but I still get my urges every now and then. He might be dead, but I’m not. The sceptre I was holding was a representation of his phallic symbol and I was… well, you get the picture.”
“Let me get this straight. You were having sex with the ghost?”
Myrna smiled at the memory. “A very spirited one at that!”
I had heard a lot of things about older people getting in on in nursing homes, but that was with other people, not spirits. “Well pardon me for interrupting. I hate when that happens to me and Gerry!”