“Ah, honey, that’s just not true,” said Johnny-Earl. “If anything, it’s the other way around.” Johnny-Earl slouched in the office chair with a sour look on his face. He twisted and untwisted the ball-cap he held.
“Let’s unpack this a little, shall we?” replied Dr. Smith. “So tell me when things started to get unsettled for you both?”
“We were just fine until he started to bring all his friends around,” Sheila wailed.
“Oh, here we go again… what is wrong with my friends? I have a right to have friends come to my own house, don’t I?”
“It’s my house too!” Sheila turned to Dr. Smith. “He lets them come over, doesn’t tell me until they’re walking in the door, expects me to drop what I’m doing and put in an appearance. They’re noisy and obnoxious, and they leave their crap all over the house. And —”
“Let’s give Johnny-Earl a chance to respond to this. Johnny?”
“They don’t mean to be loud, honey. It’s just the way they are. You knew all about them when I moved in.” Johnny-Earl straightened up in his chair and pointed a finger at Sheila. “And by the way, if you think my friends are so awful, why did go home with Lenny, huh? Care to explain that?”
“It’s not what you think! It’s just that….”
“Go on, Sheila. Finish what you were about to say,” coaxed Dr. Smith.
“It’s just that he’s so nice to me.”
“What?” Johnny-Earl sank back into the chair.
“Yes, the rest of you are always shouting about me, poking fun at the things I say and do. Lenny, is such, such,…. a gentleman.”
“Oh for the love of Pete…..I am so tired of your wailing and moaning about us.”
“Johnny-Earl, we’ve talked about your being more respectful, haven’t we.”
“Yes, sir,” he mumbled. Johnny-Earl took a deep breath. “Honey, I am very sorry that I have been so thoughtless. I’ll try to keep your feelings in mind when I bring the boys around. You know I… I…. I love you.” Johnny-Earl lowered his head and blushed.
“Oh…… sweetie…..” Sheila reached out and touched Johnny-Earl’s arm. “I love you too.” Sheila paused and then said, “If you love me, then would you do something for me?”
Johnny-Earl looked at her and then Dr. Smith. “She doesn’t mean….”
Dr. Smith responded. “We’ve been over this before. You have to do it.”
Johnny-Earl was silent and stared down at the ball-cap he was holding in his lap. Finally, he leaned to one side and reach a hand into his back pocket. He heaved a loud sigh as he laid first one device and then another on the doctor’s desk. “What good is a ghost-hunter without his EMF detector and voice recorder.”
Sheila smiled at him and then faded away.
Happy Halloween, one and all!
ljgloyd (c) 2014