Martin & Harriet - Out To Lunch
Harriet, youíre out
No Iím not!
Hard to say that
without your skirt, donít you think?
Oh hell, Martin.
Do shut up. Iím
trying to get ready to go out.
Donít forget your
skirt, dear. You have lovely legs, but a woman your age shouldnít be
traipsing around without her clothes.
A woman my age?
I look damn good for my age.
I get a lot of attention now that Iím a widow.
It doesnít take long for your pub chums to start calling.
Yes Harriet, I saw it
all the time with those boys. Nothing
is sacred to them, including the memory of a friend.
scruples, those guys.
I donít really want
to date any of them, Martin. Truth
is, I miss youÖ.well I miss ďusĒÖour bickering, our loving and
our all-out fights. I
really miss you. I know
youíre still here to talk to, but itís not the same.
No, youíre right
Harriet. I really have no
inkling of how long Iíll be with you.
There has to be some reason Iím still here and canít leave.
But damn nice of you to open your heart and let me know Iím
Donít you tell a soul.
Iíll deny it all.
Harriet, who the hell
and I going to tell? No one
but you can see or hear me.
I keep forgetting that,
Martin. Youíre so ďrealĒ here.
Well, except of course for the misty bits.
Iím beginning to
change my mind about reality, darling.
Being dead gives you a bit of a perception jolt.
Iím not so sure about the things I was sure about when I was
Martin, it gives me the
willies when you talk about being dead.
Did you see the LightÖor any of that nonsense?
I told you before
darling. I remember nothing
until I was here.
Ah, just as well
probably. You never were
good with orders. Best they
leave you here until they can give you a firm destination.
Thanks a lot darling.
I was hoping at least you would have acknowledged my angelic
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