Until today I never touched the dead. Never thought about, never wanted to. This morning I was making microwaveable sausage biscuits, when a girl appeared and took my hand. She felt cold. She lead me away from the microwave, upstairs, and out into the street.
An older gentleman peered at me—and her. “Anne, you look so beautiful,” he told her. “I love you.”
“I love you too, William,” she replied. She touched his cheek. He seemed to jump at the chill of her. “This man has a very special gift. Help him however you can.” She turned to me. “William has a gift too. Not like yours, but he can help you. Emmy sends her regards.”
After she spoke, she let go of my hand, and disappeared.
“Thank you for letting me see her again.” William held out his hand, and I shook it.
“I had no idea I could do that,” I told him.
“Since it’s my wife’s wishes,” he said. “I’m going to help us both out. I think we can change the world together, my friend.”
I didn’t know what to say. All I could think about was her mention of Emmy. Why hasn’t she come to see me personally?
“We’ll discuss it over dinner tomorrow.” He shook my hand again, and walked to his car.
I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I suppose I’ll find out soon enough.
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