Out To Lunch

Harriet, you’re out of control,.

No I’m not!

Hard to say that without your skirt, don’t you think?

Oh hell, Martin. Do shut up. I’m trying to get ready to go out.

Don’t forget your skirt, dear. You have lovely legs, but a woman your age shouldn’t be traipsing around without her clothes.

A woman my age? I look damn good for my age. I get a lot of attention now that I’m a widow. It doesn’t take long for your pub chums to start calling.

Yes Harriet, I saw it all the time with those boys. Nothing is sacred to them, including the memory of a friend. Bastards. No scruples, those guys.

I don’t really want to date any of them, Martin. Truth is, I miss you….well I miss “us”…our bickering, our loving and our all-out fights. I really miss you. I know you’re still here to talk to, but it’s not the same.

No, you’re right Harriet. I really have no inkling of how long I’ll be with you. There has to be some reason I’m still here and can’t leave. But damn nice of you to open your heart and let me know I’m missed.

Yes, well. Don’t you tell a soul. I’ll deny it all.

Harriet, who the hell and I going to tell? No one but you can see or hear me.

I keep forgetting that, Martin. You’re so “real” here. Well, except of course for the misty bits.

I’m beginning to change my mind about reality, darling. Being dead gives you a bit of a perception jolt. I’m not so sure about the things I was sure about when I was alive.

Martin, it gives me the willies when you talk about being dead. Did you see the Light…or any of that nonsense?

I told you before darling. I remember nothing until I was here.

Ah, just as well probably. You never were good with orders. Best they leave you here until they can give you a firm destination.

Thanks a lot darling. I was hoping at least you would have acknowledged my angelic points.

Oh, Martin, do let me get dressed!

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