"And you're going to wait a great many more years as far as I'm concerned!" Marc said.
"I was afraid you'd be narrow about it," George said dejectedly. Tears came to his eyes. "I've always had to take your left-overs. Your second name, even. I couldn't call myself Marc, because that was the name you wanted. I had to take George. It's unjust."
"Well, don't go on about it," Toffee said. "There's no use blubbering."
"You might just as well go away," Marc said firmly. "I'll be damned if I'm going to pop off, as you so picturesquely put it, just to please a spook with criminal tendencies." He glanced heavenward. "This, on top of everything else!"
The tears welled larger in George's unhappy eyes. He looked at Toffee and Marc and flushed at making such an open display of his emotions. To hide his feelings he sadly dissolved his head. The thin air above his shoulders echoed with a moist snuffle.
"Oh, Lord!" Toffee moaned. "He's up to his tricks again! Would you listen to that?"
"I wouldn't if I could help it," Marc said.
"Let's get away from this snivelling shade before he drives us crazy," Toffee said urgently. "I'm so upset I wouldn't be surprised if I walked out of here on my hands."
"The way he is right now," Marc agreed, "he's the most haunting ghost I've ever seen. I'll certainly never forget him."
Together, they turned and moved away from the phone booth and quickly down the corridor.