“Does Mori still have that wild side to her? Oh, I did love to see her in action. That’s one lady whose integrity reached out further than I could imagine. She really didn’t care what anyone thought of her, she was going to tell it how it was.”
“I find Gloria like that too, Mickey. And I agree, it is fun to watch.”
“You’re exactly right. Perhaps that’s why they disliked each other. They were so different, and yet, so much alike. They couldn’t see any of that though. It’s going to be interesting to see how all these years have changed their relationship. I think it might be good to get them talking about old times. But I’m not sure about that, so don’t do it because of my suggestion.”
“Don’t worry about that. I think for myself.” From across the table, Emma sees him smiling, and for the first time, thinks of him as rather cute, in spite of his age. “I don’t think I’m going to come back here, Mickey. It’s fun tonight with you, but we can do this at home. The purpose of coming here was to understand or learn if there are souls that are part of my make up, and other than Laura dyin…” She sees him looking at her oddly, and remembers Laura’s words, Love him. “No, Mickey. You don’t actually believe that your wife’s soul is part of me?”
“You couldn’t ask for a nicer soul, Emma. So, maybe I do believe that. There’s a plan for everything.”
“Please don’t talk to me in riddles. You lose me with that kind of talk, Mickey.”
“I helped you when you were six years old. I told you when you were an infant to think of me if you needed help, and I would be there for you. And that offer holds until the day you grow old and die.” He’s beginning to sound agitated with her. “Ben didn’t believe in God, or in me. But oddly enough, he loved me. Can you make sense of any of that kind of thinking? Emma, don’t tell me that you are a non-believer, when you are lucky enough to have actually known me during different parts of your life. I have proven to you that I’m real.” Mickey’s voice has a sharp edge to it now, “I have proven to you that there is a plan.”
“There you go with the riddles again. I wish you would speak to me with clarity.” She looks at the women’s fashions, and the cars parked on the side of the road. “What year do you think this is, Mickey?”
“Honey, I thought you understood. Laura died the day you were born.”
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