Original Smile

       

           After the game of charades, Miss Kitty did her bi-weekly chores, sweeping, mopping, dusting,

and filling Miles’ larder. Miss Kitty went to Winter Ridge and Yokes searching for the best cheeses

for Miles. She also brought him radishes, onions, spinach, and carrots from her garden or the

Farmer’s Market at Sandpoint.

            Miles, stretched out in his bookcase, patted his widening girth. “Miss Kitty takes good care of us,” Miles said.

            “Yes, she is delightful. We should do something for her.”

            Miles sat upright with wide eyes. “Oh my,” he said. “I forgot to deposit the bonus in her account for her teeth.”

            “Well,” Harold said. “Do it.”

            Miles smiled, remembering arguing with Harold over every dime in his bank account. Although Harold wasn’t the richest ghost in the world, he certainly had adequate funds at his disposal.

            Miles climbed down the bookcase with a groan. “That Miss Kitty is spoiling me. I need to start an exercise program or go on a diet."

            “Oh, Miles,” Harold said. “You might get hit by a rolling head tomorrow, so you should enjoy today.”

            Harold’s body materialized from the bottom of his feet to the tip-top of his head. His smile, a heart felt grin, made Miles react with a grin of his own. Miles scurried up the oak table and turned on his iPad. “Bob’s your uncle,” Miles said. “I’ve deposited $2,000 into Miss Kitty’s account.”

            “Is it enough?” Harold asked.

            “Well, it will get her started,” Miles said. “Once she selects a dentist, I’ll keep in contact and make sure she has enough to recreate her original smile.”