Anthony's eyes went wide and he held up his hands as she made her threat. This was the Romilda he remembered, and he couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "Ok ok... I'll be good. Well, as good as I can be."
As she explained why she had to go, he couldn't help but laugh outright. "You're a ghost and you get detention? I think I may pass on being a ghost myself."
He calmed down and smiled. "Take care, Romy. Keep that son of yours in line." She nodded and disappeared, leaving him alone on the step. He gave a pitiful sighed, feeling very alone at that moment. He lit another fag and stepped into the street to head home, a lot of thoughts spinning in his head.