208 Near Disasters

[cal_sitter]

There was once a man who had a wife who became ill. As she was dying, she admonished him never to betray her memory by loving another after she died. She promised that if he did, she would haunt him

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[missesthestars]

I talk to those I care for.

[cal_sitter]

I think that's wise.

[missesthestars]

Niko, talk to me. You're not sleeping well and when you wake...

private, voice;

[cal_sitter]

They're worse again. Too much time for thinking and dreams.

[winewomenand]

It lives. It types!

[cal_sitter]

He types. The cat helps. A full paragraph takes a quarter hour to produce.

[winewomenand]

Yes, it, he, whatever.

Do you want to guess how I banish mine?

[cal_sitter]

Single malt and multiple partners.

[primrosella]

I suppose if the ghost had really wanted to be clever, she might've pointed out that the widower only asked her to answer the question, and not necessarily to answer it correctly. So in that case, any answer at all would've sufficed, wouldn't it?

[cal_sitter]

That's true, and another way of proving the ghost's fallibility.

[primrosella]

And in any case, I think it's for the best that the widower prevailed in this story, anyway.

[cal_sitter]

Doubtless it is. Do you think he would have without the Zen master?

[child_radical]

Peace, oddly enough.

[cal_sitter]

That's not odd at all.

[child_radical]

Any reason as to why your brought out that open-ended tale and question?

[cal_sitter]

Curiosity. We'll leave it at that.

[coyote_walking]

Are you Niko? I'm Mercy. Kyle said I should meet you sometime.

[cal_sitter]

What gave me away?

[coyote_walking]

Other people's responses on the Network, honestly.

[cal_sitter]

Fair enough.