Summary: The Fisher-Paulsons are as strange as it gets, so it came as no surprise that Aidan has the second sight. He tells me that late at night the ghost of Krypto pads through our bedrooms, tail wagging as he checks that each of the humans and the canines still dreams, this Ghost-of-Pekingese-Past. We’re accustomed to spirits in the outer, outer, outer, outer, Excelsior, mainly because of Nurse Vivian and Tim. In fact, I insisted on them.
