"Definitely not." Ghost said, shaking his head, sitting on the couch while talking to Rose, his wife.

Rose had told Ghost that her 7-year-old nephew was going to sleep over at their house, and Ghost for some reason couldn't stand that kid.

Ghost crossed his arms against his chest, snorting. “No, Rose. “My weekend is to enjoy with you, not with that child.” Ghost reproached, annoyed.