Memories of a Ghost Ramp Up

Mel’s face appeared on the screen. She was dreaming about high school again, walking naked through the hallways, looking for the class that she could never seem to find. Katy laughed, then pressed a pre-programmed button on the remote; Mel looked shocked as a pretty little Dianne Von Fursternberg wrap knit dress appeared around her naked form, and a pair of Jimmy Choo black satin mules formed around her feet. And, lo and behold, the very next door she tried was her home economics class.