After Stan had emptied his blatter, and as he was washing his hands, Ginger had a few words to say: So, I guess B's living a good life, is..."
"She's lying!" Stan told her.
Ginger didn't know what made him say that: "Really?!"
"I remember Brigitte's loyalty to you, but this 'Ghost' talks as if she's her bitch!" Stan explained.
"I don't really see why not." Ginger reasoned.
"Ginger!" Stan started, "I can imagine Brigitte trying to to find someone older, someone to look up to, just as much as she looked up to you. That girl is not even older than 17, so why would Brigitte be looking up to her?"
"You're allready stuck with me, and there's a girl named Ghost." Ginger tried to convince him, "Don't try and think you're in an actual ghost story now!"
"I'd be way to lucky if this were a ghost story." Stan replied.
Somebody knocked on the door.
"You done in there?" Ghost asked him, on the other side of the door.
"Just a sec." Stan called back.
A few seconds later, Stan entered the kitchen. Ghost, unaware of what he has been discussing with Ginger, gave him a glass of juice.
"Here you are." Ghost sounded nice as she said this, "Will you excuse me for a while? There's something I nead to take care of."
Stan nodded understandingly. Ghost left the kitchen, and went straight up the attic.
"If I were you, I wouldn't drink that!" Ginger warned him, once Ghost was out of earshot.
Stan wasn't sure about what he should be doing now. He was holding a glass of juice, and at the same time there was another one on the table. Likely, Ghost had poured a glass for herself too. What he should be doing appeared obvious, but he still hesitated.
"This isn't right!" Stan realised, "If she's indeed planning on poisoning me, then why does she leave the room?"
"Who gives a shit?" Ginger wondered.
"I do!" Stan bit back, "I think she's expecting me to switch the glasses."
"And what if she's not?" Ginger reasoned.
Stan paused, then started looking around: "Where does she keep the juice?"