Under the Whispering Door

by T.J. Klune

He wondered if it was possible to have a second heart attack, even though he was already dead.

Wallace had never thrown a man before, and he didn’t want to start now.

It’s not about what he needs, necessarily, because that might imply he’s lacking something. It’s about what he wants. There’s a difference. I think we forget that, sometimes.”

“Harvey?” Wallace exclaimed. “His name is Harvey? That’s ridiculous!”

Now, back to the business at hand. I need to stick my thermometer in many things.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Wow,” Wallace said. “That’s sexual harassment. We’re going to sue him. We’re going to sue him for everything he’s worth, just you wait and see. I’ll draft up the papers just as soon as—oh. Right. I’m dead. Goddammit. Don’t let him stick his thermometer in your baked goods!”