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.He didn't have to worry about either carpeting or painting, which Jesse and Adam said they'd decide on and take care of themselves just before they moved in.He'd mentioned Bruno's former building to Steve and suggested they might drive past it Saturday on the way to an art store Steve wanted to check out.He heard nothing further from Bruno, but when Steve asked Thursday night if the party was still on for Saturday, he said he had no reason to think otherwise."Even if it's canceled,” he said, “I'm sure we can find something to keep us entertained."''Yeah,” Steve said.“Maybe something involving latex, a sling and whipped cream.” They both laughed."Well, thank God you and I are normal."The minute he said it, Elliott felt a quick rush of guilt and wondered for the hundredth time why he'd not told Steve about John.It certainly wasn't as though he didn't think Steve wouldn't understand—Steve had often expressed his belief in the paranormal.It was just that coming right out and telling someone—anyone—that he had frequent visits and dream-chats with someone who had died more than a year before was something Elliott simply couldn't bring himself to do just yet.He'd convinced himself it was similar to what he'd told Cessy whenever she tried to push him into taking his relationship with Steve to the next level—there was no rush.He'd have to tell him about John sometime.just not now.While they'd fallen into a comfortable routine of spending most Friday and Saturday nights together, each seemed to be careful not to want to give the other the feeling of being pressured, or of getting into too much of a pattern.So, when Steve said he wanted to spend Friday evening finishing his current painting, Elliott took it in stride, and the conversation ended with the agreement he would pick Steve up Saturday afternoon around four so they'd have ample time to go to the art store, drive by the building on Armitage, and have dinner at Elliott's before going to Bruno's party.* * * *—You're not ashamed of me, are you, Elliott?Elliott's body jerked, almost waking him up.Despite the countless times he'd had these sleep visits from the spirit he'd first encountered sitting beside him in the hospital following a traumatic head injury, every now and then he was caught by surprise.—John! You scared me.—Isn't that what ghosts do? Scare people?Elliott knew John was teasing.He never referred to himself as a ghost, and Elliott certainly didn't think of him as one.—Yeah, well, don't quit your day job.Where have you been? I haven't heard from you in.how long?—I'm not sure.I've told you, my time is different from your time.But it can't have been that long, can it?—Well over a month.—You're kidding! Time sure does fly when you're having fun.and being dead helps, I suppose.—So, where have you been?—I kind of hesitate to say.—Why?—I don't want you to think I'm bragging, or for you to ever think that where I am is better than where you are.Let's just say that when you don't have to worry about breathing or feeling any pain or discomfort, you can do a lot.—Like?—Well, I went back to Africa, to the lake where the ferry I was on capsized, and I walked around underwater among the crocodiles and the hippos just to see what it would be like.I didn't stay long.The hippos were kind of interesting, but incredibly messy, and I found the crocodiles every bit as nasty now as when I.before.Not everything's fun, even for me.—You're serious?—Would I lie?—So, are you going to be around for awhile?—I'm not sure.There are a couple of things I'd like to do around town, so maybe.Now, you really should get back to sleep.You have to work tomorrow.—Yeah, you're right.—Oh, and don't worry about Steve.He's not stupid.* * * *Elliott always considered himself lucky in being able to throw himself so completely into his work he seldom noticed the time, with the result that every day passed quickly.It seemed as though he had hardly gotten to work Friday morning when it was time to go home.As he approached the door to the inner lobby after picking up his mail, he couldn't help but notice a nice-looking kid around twenty standing at the window beside the entry door, asking Marco to tell Mr.Caesar Perry was there.Buzzing Elliott in with one hand, Marco picked up the phone with the other.As Elliott stood waiting for the elevator, the young man—Perry—joined him.They exchanged nods, and Elliott, curious but not wanting to appear too much so, fixed his eyes on the digital display indicating the ascent of the cars.He could feel the kid's eyes on him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]