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“I’m Patrick Swayze, and you’re the subway ghost who teaches me how to touch stuff.”
“Whatever you say, sweetie.” Precipitation stood from his chair to walk over and glance at Finn’s watch. “Ah, almost time for Mrs. Charles.”
“Okay, cool.” Huck rubbed his hands together. “Me and Grant are supposed to be meetin’ up right after this!”
“Don’t worry about it, sweetie.” Precipitation waved him off. “Go on.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes. I’m already here, and I definitely do not intend on leaving any time soon.”
Cary was currently sucking ketchup off his fingers, and Finn was licking some grease from his lips behind a napkin.
“Ah. Got it.” Huck grinned. “You enjoy the show. Thank you!”
“Have fun, sweetie!” Precipitation waved. “I hope you have a lovely time, and you’d better have filthier things to report back to me!”
Huck laughed as he left, his heart fluttering away as he ran all the way to Grant’s room. He stopped just outside his door to catch his breath before remembering he didn’t have any to catch. He chuckled to himself, and he decided to surprise Grant by raising his hand up and knocking on the door.
The look on Grant’s face was priceless.
“Hey!” Grant laughed. “What are you doing?”
“Well,” Huck said, “I’ve always heard it’s more polite to knock instead of barging in when calling on a gentleman.”
“I didn’t think you could knock!” Grant laughed again, ushering Huck inside. He shut the door behind them, still grinning. “Hey.”
“Hi.” Huck stayed close, and he smiled as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Grant’s cheek.
Grant’s cheeks immediately flushed, and he stammered, “How, uh… how are you doing?”
“Pretty great for a dead man.” Huck loved the warmth seeping through him right now, and he knew it had nothing to do with spiritual energy or Grant being a medium but everything to do with Grant’s dazzling smile. “How about you?”
“Good. Uh. Crazy long day. Went into town with Aurora on a research mission for the hotel.” Grant’s smile dimmed a little. “We, uh, tried to find your parents.”
“Oh?” Huck frowned as his joy turned stale. He’d been so caught up with learning how to ghost today that he’d forgotten Grant had promised to look for them. He ignored the stab of guilt slowly creeping in, asking urgently, “What do you mean,tried?”
“They moved away after suing the hotel for wrongful death,” Grant replied right away. “They’re alive. So very alive, I promise. Sorry. That came out all sorts of wrong. Yes, they’re alive and fine and they settled the case out of court and moved away. I ran into one of your old neighbors, Mrs. Thomas?”
“Yeah, yeah, I remember her!” Huck paused, struggling to put a face with the name. “I think.”
“She told me the whole story.” Grant wrung his hands and headed over to sit on the edge of his bed. He waited until Huck sat next to him before continuing, “I don’t know if she’s always been that chatty or what, but uh, wow, she was a talker.”
Huck had a vague recollection of an old woman with thick rhinestone glasses and a big toothless grin. “Yeah, that’s her.”
“I maybe lied a tiny bit and told her I knew you from high school, and she told me about the accident and your parents suing the hotel. It took almost two years, but they won apparently. Okay, technically they settled, but either way they got a big giant boatload of money and moved back to Georgia with Mandy Mew Paws.”
“That’s where they met,” Huck said excitedly. “I just remembered that. They met in college there.”
“Mrs. Thomas said they’re doing great. She said they bought their dream house, some big brick thing in an old neighborhood they always talked about. She still exchanges Christmas cards with them.” Grant pulled out his phone to show Huck a picture of the corner of an envelope. “Ta-dah!”
“That’s their address?”
“Yeah! She wasn’t comfortable giving me their phone number, which I said was fine, and I know you said you wanted to work on a message for them. So, this gives us time.”
“Time to…?”
“Time for you to think of what you want to say to them, and then I can mail it to them.” Grant smiled. “We can say I found the letter or something, whatever you want. If your parents happen to be believers and you think they’d be receptive, well, I could even tell them the truth if you want. It’s up to you.”
