Category: Natalie Standiford

Natalie Standiford

I think ghostliness is a good quality. I pretend I’m dead all the time.” “What?” He stopped rummaging through his locker to look at me full in the face a last.”It helps me go to sleep,” I said.”That shows you don’t know anything about death,” Jonah said.”Do you?” I asked. He hesitated before saying “I’m a g-g-g-ghost, aren’t I?” “I think being dead might be nice. Restful.””Death is not restful. It’s nothing.””That’s what seems restful to me,” I said. “The nothing. Not being here. Not being anywhere.

Natalie Standiford

The students adore your father,’ a perfumed woman said to me. ‘Aren’t you lucky to live with such a charming man!”He’s even more charming at home,’ Mom said. ‘Isn’t he, Bea? He rides a unicycle through the house -”- even up and down the stairs,’ I added.’He juggles eggs as he makes breakfast every morning -”- which he serves to us in bed of course,’ I said.’- and pulls fragrant bouquets out of his ass,’ Mom finished.’He’s just a joy.