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308 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2012
"Who are you?" (Holzer)
"You think I'm dead," the spirit said through Sybil.
"I've come to help you."
"Go away."
"Are you a man or a woman?"
"What do I sound like, idiot?"
"A man, I'm guessing. What is your name?"
"Some people call me Maurice."
"Is that your name?"
"'Cause I speak of the pompatus of love."
"Is that your real name? What is your surname?"
"It doesn't matter. You think I'm dead."
"Tell me your name, and then I'll find out whether you're dead."
"Just let me sleep."
"Is anything troubling you?"
"Who are you?"
"Again, I'm a friend. I'm here to help you."
"I don't have any friends. Everyone thinks I'm dead. They walk right through me."
"Tell me what happened to you."
"They took me away. I was doing perfectly fine, just a minor cold, but they threw me in a box and took me away."
"They buried you?"
"Duh."
"Where did they bury you?"
"Under ground."
"But where?"
"Florence—“
"Italy?"
"Florence, please tell this man to shut up. I'm tired of listening to him."
"Is Florence your wife?"
"Yes."
"Did you and your wife live here alone?"
"No, we had children."
"How many?"
"Two."
"What were their names?"
"Philip. But he ran off with the baker's son."
"And the other one?"
"Francis."
"Did he run off too?"
"'Course not. The baker had only one son."
"What happened to him?"
"I told you. He ran off with Philip."
"No, I meant your other son, Francis."
"Oh. Francis died."
"What did he die of?"
"Cholera. No, typhus. I forget. It's been a while. Sorry, gotta go. Florence is calling."