Chapter Twenty Three
I find him in the wheelhouse later; he is sitting by his desk sipping a drink. I walk in and sit by the desk and wait for him to notice me. When he doesn't I bark at him.
"Oh, Scruffy. What are you doing here?"
Talking to you. I cock my head at him.
"You don't have anything better to do?"
No. Should I? I feel like talking to a ghost today.
"But I don't want to talk to a dog."
Terrier, I insist.
"Spirit," he replies and I see a small smile on his face.
He stops and stares at me intently for a few moments.
What? I ask.
"You don't know what I am thinking?"
Why would I? I'm a terrier but I don't read minds.
"Well, that is something at least."
But it doesn't mean that I don't know things.
"What does that mean?" Captain asks.
You like Carolyn, why don't you tell her? I wag my tail.
He gives me a dour look that may scare some people, but not me!
It's pretty obvious.
"I shouldn't let it be so obvious," he says.
Why not? She likes you too.
"She does?" I saw the hopeful look that crossed his face before he hid it. As if I care what he thinks.
She does and you should tell her. I stare at him.
"But I am only a spirit, not a man."
Oh, boo hoo! Get over yourself. You both like each other, maybe love each other so just say it.
"Scruffy, you're not human, you can't understand."
I growl at him, how dare he insult me!
More human than you! At least I can tell everyone how I feel about them! I growl again despite the look of sadness on his face, and turn to leave the attic.