Today's OneWord: Formula
"So what's the secret formula?" "Not telling." "Oh, c'mon." "Nope! Only I know. And my grandfather. Who happens to be dead." "So," I murmured with a sly smile, "you just know then, I presume?" Uma shrugged, bringing a steaming mug of her sweet concoction to her red lips. "Well, you know," she intoned. "My grandfather could very well be a ghost, watching us by this point. Silently judging you. Can't rule anything out."