Consultation

           

            Miles typed, “How did the consultation go?”

            He checked his message for errors, and hit send with his packrat paw.

            “They are going to clean my teeth tomorrow, and on Monday, they will attend to my front teeth. I also have 3 cavities, which they will repair the following week.”

            Miles didn’t want to pry, but he wanted to make sure that Miss Kitty had enough in her account to pay the dentist in full.

            “And the cost?”

            “I told the dentist I had a $2,000 budget, and he will be able to perform the necessary work for $1999. Such a deal (lol).”

            Miles wanted to dance a jig or pound the bodhran. Instead, he cuddled his furry tail.

            “Thanks, Miles. Be sure to tell Harold thank-you as well. I’m going to the courthouse today to obtain copies of the documents you requested. And pick up the parlor guitar and Blondie from Fiddlin` Red.

            “Thank-you,” Miles replied.
             Harold stumbled down the stairs in a pink bathrobe. “Good afternoon,” Harold said.

            “Just the fellow I wanted to talk to,” Miles said, sending Miss Kitty a quick thank-you. “Miss Kitty has been to the dentist and they are going to start working on her teeth tomorrow.”

            “Nice,” Harold said, scratching his head. “Miles, what’s the date?”

            Miles stood up on his hind feet so he could look into Harold's eyes. Harold’s eyes were blue, a good sanity sign, and he was fully materialized with some clothes on. Miles didn’t want to risk a fading, so he told Harold, “I do believe it’s Thursday. By the way, Miss Kitty is picking up your fiddle and parlor guitar this afternoon. Shall I ask her to bring her fiddle as well, and we can have a jam session this evening, hmm?”

            Harold rubbed his forehead. His fingers, long and graceful, were made to play musical instruments. “That would be nice,” Harold said, his lips curving up like an upside down umbrella.