Me and Kathy sit up quite late some nights just talking. I mean I don’t sleep properly anyway, but Kathy doesn’t seem to mind being a bit tired the next morning to talk to me.
She asks me about when I was alive. I told her about my mum, and how my dad left and how I don’t know what my mum’s doing anymore. I told her about my friends at college and how we used to go to the cinema in town and then go to McDonalds after and then always miss the bus so we’d have to wait half an hour for another one. And how I used to eat way too many jellybeans and never spent enough time downstairs and probably watched too much tv.
And she told me how they moved because her parents didn’t like the area they used to live in and wanted her to grow up somewhere better. And how she wants to be a doctor when she’s older and is already planning what unis she wants to go to and how she really likes burgers but her parents never really buy them.
The results from the exams should be coming back tomorrow. If it works, and I move on, I think I might actually miss Kathy in the afterlife