Fred? What kind of weird angel name is that, I was wondering to myself when suddenly ‘Fred’ spoke.
“I know right? I would have preferred Sebastian…but I’m not in charge.”
Fred’s voice was thin, high and reedy…kind of like Truman Capote just before he died.
“And may I just point out, right from the get go, that… it is not my fault that you saw me tonight,” he said.
“I have been watching over you ever since you were born…for every one of your 24 years, day and night, night and day, through thick and thin, through wind and rain and sleet and snow…through sickness and other people’s deaths…even that date with Carl…what a dumbbell…what were you thinking there?…” continued Fred in a prickly, slightly complaining voice.
He paused as if to take a breath but no…of course…that could not be…and then he went on…
“And you have NEVER EVER rolled back on your right side after you have rolled over to your left side…NEVER.” His voice was becoming a little edgy now.
Fred seemed really anxious and upset. I was feeling kind of bad for old Freddy.
I, on the other hand, was becoming more and more relaxed. Realizing you are not dead after thinking you ARE dead can be extremely soothing.
Hmmmm…I wonder if it’s too late to order pizza?