III. The Party
Trixie says we're having a party. I'm like just for me? No she says you polymorph a party not a bad dream. Although a wake would be a dream she could enjoy but I don't want to be. Deader than my Great X3 grandfather leader of the tree. She wants to have a party invite people Slingshot knows. Especially Handsome Blonde Philosopher. The one he wrote about. I don't think she understands. That was 1970. He's got to be one hundred three or more likely history. She says Okay it's not a problem and wants to invite the ghost just wandered in while Sling was "sleeping" put the smile on him. They can talk Blonde and Ghost say something for awhile. Sling someday gets over it. But, Oh no, she wants Ms. Sexton too. Who has been away a long, long time I wonder. No! Not true. She couldn't be Ms Ghost as well. Or we might have a dime. Two nickels rubbbed together making heaven. A small dime. Alright I'll ask him but not say Ms. Sexton will be there. He's still kicking himself he didn't track her down. Get her in her office. Make her beg to have him in her seminar. Come on witch! Do me! Oh! Anne Sexton rejected me in person. Called security. I think I'm in the afterlife with angels. I know his little game. But I can't say because he'll go away. And miss seeing Blonde. My poster child for stubborn love. He still believes in hetero despite past wives. That's dumb or gay, whatever. He so slow a sloth could beat him in a race. We should have one at the party name him on his cage. David Slingshot six toed cat. He's overweight as well. Oh she's getting up now. The sun is coming out again. I must prepare her something. Scrape a couple pancakes off the hot and mate her. Check dear body. Game over. She doesn't care for you until it's after Friday. Sunday's coming soon.
IV. Invitations
The Handsome Blonde Philosopher: I remember everyone. The days and weeks and years. What I said they said we left unsaid. I am Akashic halls right now. A definite promotion after all those years. All those young students being trampled by the old cigars. I know this young man she sends me. He never spoke in class. Except one time he asked me "what is love?" Yes I remember him. Gave him an A for his performance in case one day he would say " I got an A in intro Philosophy. Maybe I can think. Be free at last." And talked with him one time outside when Ducky waddled up. Great conversation then. Ducky was so struck. My young man had not much to say alas, he never did. But he always came to class and was listening. Let me take a shape and go visit them and see how my student has been in life after my teachings. This Trixie seems to be a case interesting as well. Une famille hétéroclite. I go anywhere at will.
The Ghost: Such an interesting couple as I float from house to house. Anne who? What are they saying. She's back could not stay out. I remember when these moved in and I was sick next door. Sitting outside in the sun they stayed a moment. Talked. I hope they find some happiness. It is a rocky place and quite steep they were nimble something happened. Waves? All those towers bake me if I wander near. I stay away from other places. This one locks me in. And a man from Massachusetts! I guided him to my house. He lived a few miles from Slingshot I could see they would do well and he keeps the property up. Works for the state on the roadways cleans up very nice. All the trees about the place. He gives Sling good advice. Oh a little party! I should really go. Turn on the adventure. Maybe even glow.
Trixie: It's coming together see it taking shape. A party for the century with Slingshot center stage. That little Polymorph has wings but I will slow him down. Giving Sticks all those ideas. Trying to make him proud. And this professor person. He could fill a Dell! Can't wait to catch a glimpse of him. Maybe Friday take him out. Let him teach me something.
Slingshot: What the hell is happening? Trixie and sly tricks? A party is not
the way to go it creeps my skin. I don't go out that often. Well, never actually. When the winter is not gone. Officially. I had to see the eye doctor and then I saw a ghost. Everything is seeing! I need to saw some notes. Sleep and dream of flowers, egg plant in the woods. Take a verse from Radiohead. That boy is inspiration. Like my Philosopher but not as well dressed. David carved by artists. Dressed in tailored clothing. Not alive for sure right now. And she invites that ghost as well! I'm not pursuaded. Suppose I must. Just do.
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