Beti probably does think you're crazy, came the automatic voice in Genesis' head. Saying at some drunken party with friends that you believed in ghosts was a very different thing to admitting it soberly to someone else in the funeral industry. Their kind were, as a rule, far less silly about ghosts and ghouls than others: if you spent your whole life around bodies they became routine. There was nothing spooky about a corpse.
And yet... "do you believe in ghosts?" Genesis asked, casually as she could as she took a sip of her tea.