art by Tais Teng
Waiting for Raymond
by Eric James Stone
I finally pulled myself all the way through the apartment wall to find Dee had finished dressing in her Scarlett O'Hara dress. I always thought she was gorgeous even with her hair a mess and wearing that tatty robe Grandma Kinneson gave her, so seeing Dee dressed up like that would've taken my breath away, if I breathed anymore.
Unfortunately, she wasn't dressed like that for me: it was for Raymond. He was Rhett to her Scarlett. But look how that turned out.
Dee was digging between the couch cushions. Since the remote was clearly sitting on the coffee table, I assumed she was looking for her cell phone. Looking through the cushions, I saw three quarters, two nickels, and six pennies, but no phone. I turned my gaze across the room and spotted the phone under the recliner. It took only a moment to drift over to the phone, but I realized my plan to push it out a few inches so Dee could see it wouldn't work. For a minor poltergeist, materializing sufficiently to affect solid objects is difficult, and I just didn't have the energy.
It took her a couple of minutes to find the phone. She dialed Raymond's cell--it's the first number in her speed-dial--and I instinctively drifted close so I could hear the voice on the other end of the line.
It was Raymond's voicemail that picked up almost instantly.
"Ray, you better not be working late. You were supposed to pick me up twenty minutes ago. Call me as soon as you get this." Dee hung up.