let this one slide. âItâs weird to be outside again,â I remarked, happy to be in the back seat next to her, our thighs touching, the two of us watching the world scroll by. âI was only in the hospital for those three days, but I feel like everythingâs changed. I never really understood deep down that I myself am going to die. Not even after losing my wife, Val.â
âDid you glimpse the afterworld?â asked Weena. âDuring your apoplectic attack?â
âI didnât see jack shit. There isnât any afterworld.â
âOh yes indeed there is,â said Weena, and I was glad to hear her contradict me. âIâve lived there for many a year,â she continued. âYou people still on Earth full-timeâyouâre less fanciful than we astral travelers.â
Maybe Weena was saying sheâd emerged from that slime-filled cellar that Iâd seen under the green Victorian. Or maybe she was just being whimsical. Or maybe she was comparing men to women in some vaguely disparaging way. In any case, weâd reached my house. I noticed a small cardboard box on my porch.
âWhatâs that?â I asked Weena, already guessing the answer.
âSome meager possessions that Iâve acquired this week,â said Weena, in her curiously old-fashioned diction. âI donât have a proper place to stay. And I have special interest in you. So Iâve formed the plan of rooming here. Can you pay the driver? I have but little cashâI took the bus to the hospital. But never fear, Iâll contribute to your rent next month. And Iâll bring home masses of free ice cream. When itâs a week old, they discard it.â
The driver was mildly interested in all thisâI could tell from the quiet, attentive way he was holding his headâalthough ostensibly he was gazing out through the windshield. Weena gave me a big grinâalthough, once again, her eyes seemed calculating and hard. Clearly this some kind of baroque scam, but she was putting on such a good front of being chirpy and sexy and quaint that I didnât really mind. Anyway, itâs not like I had much to lose.
âOkay, fine,â I said. âYou can live with me for now, Weena. Welcome.â
The cab drove off and we were on my porch, me and my pretend wife. Droog appeared, whining and jumping up on me. I hoped heâd been able to scavenge food from around the neighborhood. Dick and Diane Simly would never think of caring for a renterâs dog.
Feeling a little dizzy, I filled Droogâs water dish and poured out some kibble from the bag I kept in a cupboard on the porch wall. He set to work slurping and crunching.
âGood boy,â I said. âMeet Weena. Weena, meet Droog.â
âHe and I became acquainted this morning,â said Weena. âHe tolerates me.â
âWhat kind of name is Weena, anyway,â I demanded, feeling suspicious again.
âItâs from my grandmother,â she said. âShe hailed from the subcontinent, and her full name was Praweena. Unbar your door, please. Iâm bursting.â
âThe bathroomâs over there,â I said as we stepped inside. âBut I still donât get how you found me.â
âI have secret channels,â said Weena, tossing her head. She pecked a little kiss onto my cheek. âIâll return anon.â
I sat on my couch, thinking things over. My house was calm and quiet, a shady shelter from the July sun. Would the house have noticed if Iâd died? Did a house think? Would the Simlys have rented it out right away? What would have happened to my stuff? Would anyone have come to my funeral?
âHere I am, little husband,â said Weena. Sheâd combed her hair and freshened up her lipstick. She was watching my every move.
âI want you to understand that Iâm not completely slushed,â I said sternly. âIâm happy if you live with
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