Rainy spent the rest of the evening listing possibilities. Ghost was the first one. They dressed in old clothing, used old words, and appeared from nowhere. There were to many obvious flaws in that theory, however. They were solid. They were in full color. They spoke normally, and sometimes walked normally. They took food. Were they just a bunch of homeless boys living in the basement and stealing food? There wouldn't be a chance of going undetected for long, and they had only taken a couple sandwiches. Not nearly enough to feed 26 teenagers. Plus there were the times they didn't walk. What then, invisible homeless acrobats?
Sarah turned around to see Mush Meyers sitting on her bed. She was surprised. Two in two days She guessed they just didn't like her as much now, all gray hair and worn face. Anyway, Mush was sitting on her bed, and he was talking to her.
"Hey, Sarah. Who's the goil? She a relative?"
"Yes, Mush. She's David's granddaughter." Mush looked up in disbelief.
"Ya mean Davey's married? With children?"
"And grandchildren."
"God! How old is he?"
"72." Mush's eyes widened, and he squeaked a little.
"Sarah, that means I'm 73! I'm an old man!" Mush's lip started to tremble. Sarah went over to pat him on the back, but he pushed them away with blistered hands.
"Shhh, It's okay."
"No, it ain't! It ain't okay to forget stuff like that! It happens so often now to everyone. You just get all vague, and you wander around and talk to people, but they don't notice, and you don't care. And everyone flickers, save the dead ones. They look real, and they notice, but it don't matter, cause you can't remember why you're there in the first place…" Mush was actually crying now, but his tears steamed off his face before they fell. Sarah sat next to him, and shut her eyes. When she opened them, the door was swinging. She sighed. Wouldn't it be better for everyone if they all could forget completely? Unless you remember to remember, the forgetting isn't a problem.
Lorraine walked in.
"Auntie?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Has anyone ever seen a ghost around here?" Sarah tried to look calm.
"Well, some children have… or they said they did…" Lorraine nodded. "Why do you ask?"
"No reason, really. Just ask it…um… whenever I stay anywhere. Cause it would be interesting if there were. Not that there is. Just asking." Sarah nodded slowly. Lorraine walked out.
"Good night, Auntie."
"Good night, Lorraine."
A/N: I know that was a short one, but I promise the next one'll be a doozy!
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