Your heart was already aching the day that we met.
Yes. Why are you bringing this up now?
It was a friend. A genuine friend. He died… earlier… that year?
Yes.
Nobody talks about him. Rarely.
It’s rarely brought up these days, yes.
I saw him that day. His Ghost followed you around the bookstore.
No fucking way. This is an embellishment.
(Grinning)
Yeah, nah, I didn’t.
But in some moments… over the years… I’ve tried to reach out to him…
And?
I’m not… “that psychic” either… I couldn’t reach him.
I can’t just reach out to ghosts of people I don’t know.
He’s probably not a ghost, or if he is, he’s not around me, he’d be around his own family… we were childhood friends, but I am not that important. His own mother, his own father — his own nieces now, he has his own family to hover around.
Oh, I see…
