Here’s the thing: even when he was alive, Riggs dreamed so fruitlessly of Britt (now so tantalizingly close to being revealed beyond Bogart’s right hand) that after a while she could hardly exist in reality. He made her into his own ghost before he became the ghost himself. She sensed this too, and naturally loathed it, because Britt’s least adaptable firm belief is in the inevitability of her own substance.⠀