Harold stumbled down the stairs
wearing ragged blue jeans, moccasins, and a pink t-shirt. He stubbed his toe,
screamed “shit,” and sat down on the bottom stair to gingerly caress the
afore-mentioned toe.
“Should
have manifested steel-toed boots,” Harold said.
Miles,
perched on his computer station, closed the screen to his mini-iPad. Miles
worried that if Harold knew he had basically hired Miss Kitty to look into the
mysterious disappearance of Harold’s wife, Lilith, Harold would become all
higgledy-piggledy, and fall backwards in his ghostly therapy.
“Good
morning, Harold,” Miles said. “You are looking especially fit as a fiddle
today, hmm.”
“Thanks,
Miles,” Harold said. “I sure wish I had my fiddle back from Fiddlin` Red. And the new parlor guitar. And a
new shirt.”
Miles
snickered. Why, just a couple of weeks ago, Harold moaned about the cabin in a
constant state of naked invisibility and beheadedness.
“One
thing at a time, Harold. You are making a marvelous, um, recovery, don’t you
think? How’s the new song coming,
hmm?”
“Miles,
are you trying to distract me from whatever you are doing on your little
computer?”
Miles
raised his eyebrows. As Harold’s recovery escalated, Harold’s thinking
processes also improved. Miles wondered if he should write a research article
about Harold, but wisely decided against such an endeavor. For one, Miles was
much to close to the subject, and couldn’t maintain a stance of impartiality.
In addition, the human world simply wasn’t ready to believe in the ghostly
dimension. Why, the human scientific community would laugh at Miles.
“Miles,”
Harold said. “Cat got your tongue?”
“Oh,
Harold,” Miles said. “You are spry and wry this morning. I was just
contemplating the wonder of you, your incredible musicianship, your
determination to succeed as an artist, and the fact that you are visible and
wearing clothes. I’m just so happy for you.”
Harold
got all teary-eyed, but for the first time, the tears that escaped from his
brilliant blue eyes were clear and tasted like salt. Harold licked them with
his snake-like tongue.