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thought I would. Even myself.”
“Did you have a good life, old man?” came a voice from across the bar. Light shown on a young man that Anton hadn’t noticed before. He had black hair and clothes just like the old man, except he was considerably younger. There was an air of mystery about him that couldn’t be put into words. He seemed to have a darkness that enveloped him and made those who look at him feel uncomfortable.
“It was long and full of sadness. But there were good times, too. Especially with the love of my life,” the old man said, taking a swig of his whiskey. “It wasn’t but a few months after she was gone that I went to join her.”
Anton thought about what the old man said for several moments. He remembered how he felt when Velara left. For the longest time he wondered if she were alive or dead. His pain kept him from feeling her life source. But as time went on, he could feel her, miles and miles away. There were many emotions and voices in his head, but he couldn’t make out whose voice it was. Sometimes it felt as if it were Velara, but then he believed that it was simply wishful thinking.
“I tell you, Johnny-boy,” said the old black gentleman, “I was beginning to wonder when I was going to see you again.”
“I know what you mean, Scotty,” Johnny-boy said. Obviously they were close friends. Anton was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of Scotty’s voice, “You know something, Johnny-boy, I will be coming back here now and again to see when my sweet girl will be joining me.”
“Be patient, Scotty,” said the man in the shadows. “You have work to occupy your time until she comes.”
“I don’t suppose you can tell me when she’s coming,” Scotty asked with a crooked smile.
“No, it doesn’t work that way,” said the young man as he seemed to fade into the shadows.
“What kind of work do you do, sir?” asked Anton looking down at his cup of coffee and in the blink of an eye, JR refilled it.
“You know me, Anton,” said Scotty smiling at him, “we met many years ago when I was a Pullman Porter, remember? I thought you told me that you never forgot a name or a face.”
“Oh yes,” said Anton as he took a quick sip of coffee. “It’s been a long time, Scotty.” He shook the man’s hand heartily. “How are your beautiful wife and daughters?”
“Oh, fine. I check on them all the time. They are alright, although I have to say that they still miss me. I wish there was some way that I could let them know I am alright.”
“It is sad, isn’t it,” said Vercie, who spoke for the first time.
“What’s sad, Vercie?” asked Scotty looking up at her.
“That we can’t talk to the living,” she said with a sigh. She had the most beautiful voice Anton had ever heard. Her voice was very sing-song almost like Velara’s. It was strange how many of Velara’s qualities had been passed down to this woman, and probably would be passed on to her children, that were still alive. Vercie would talk about them now and again when Anton saw her here. She had tried several times to get them to hear her when she visited, even going so far as to try to get into their dreams. Vercie winked at Anton and lit another cigarette. Anton had been drawn to her since
“Did you have a good life, old man?” came a voice from across the bar. Light shown on a young man that Anton hadn’t noticed before. He had black hair and clothes just like the old man, except he was considerably younger. There was an air of mystery about him that couldn’t be put into words. He seemed to have a darkness that enveloped him and made those who look at him feel uncomfortable.
“It was long and full of sadness. But there were good times, too. Especially with the love of my life,” the old man said, taking a swig of his whiskey. “It wasn’t but a few months after she was gone that I went to join her.”
Anton thought about what the old man said for several moments. He remembered how he felt when Velara left. For the longest time he wondered if she were alive or dead. His pain kept him from feeling her life source. But as time went on, he could feel her, miles and miles away. There were many emotions and voices in his head, but he couldn’t make out whose voice it was. Sometimes it felt as if it were Velara, but then he believed that it was simply wishful thinking.
“I tell you, Johnny-boy,” said the old black gentleman, “I was beginning to wonder when I was going to see you again.”
“I know what you mean, Scotty,” Johnny-boy said. Obviously they were close friends. Anton was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of Scotty’s voice, “You know something, Johnny-boy, I will be coming back here now and again to see when my sweet girl will be joining me.”
“Be patient, Scotty,” said the man in the shadows. “You have work to occupy your time until she comes.”
“I don’t suppose you can tell me when she’s coming,” Scotty asked with a crooked smile.
“No, it doesn’t work that way,” said the young man as he seemed to fade into the shadows.
“What kind of work do you do, sir?” asked Anton looking down at his cup of coffee and in the blink of an eye, JR refilled it.
“You know me, Anton,” said Scotty smiling at him, “we met many years ago when I was a Pullman Porter, remember? I thought you told me that you never forgot a name or a face.”
“Oh yes,” said Anton as he took a quick sip of coffee. “It’s been a long time, Scotty.” He shook the man’s hand heartily. “How are your beautiful wife and daughters?”
“Oh, fine. I check on them all the time. They are alright, although I have to say that they still miss me. I wish there was some way that I could let them know I am alright.”
“It is sad, isn’t it,” said Vercie, who spoke for the first time.
“What’s sad, Vercie?” asked Scotty looking up at her.
“That we can’t talk to the living,” she said with a sigh. She had the most beautiful voice Anton had ever heard. Her voice was very sing-song almost like Velara’s. It was strange how many of Velara’s qualities had been passed down to this woman, and probably would be passed on to her children, that were still alive. Vercie would talk about them now and again when Anton saw her here. She had tried several times to get them to hear her when she visited, even going so far as to try to get into their dreams. Vercie winked at Anton and lit another cigarette. Anton had been drawn to her since
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