Walking over Graves
I shiver mightily and gasp as he closes the door behind him. The cold air swirls through the room like a living being.
“Possum walk over your grave?”
I give him a look. “First of all, it’s goose, not possum.” I grab my blanket from the couch. “Second of all, it’s freezing outside and you have it way too cold in here.”
I stop by the thermostat and turn it up by 5 degrees. 60 really is too cold when it’s below 40 outside.
“Besides, I’m going to be cremated anyhow. So no grave to walk over. Now, come to bed and help me warm up.”
I disappear into the bedroom. He is not far behind.
“Possum walk over your grave?”
I give him a look. “First of all, it’s goose, not possum.” I grab my blanket from the couch. “Second of all, it’s freezing outside and you have it way too cold in here.”
I stop by the thermostat and turn it up by 5 degrees. 60 really is too cold when it’s below 40 outside.
“Besides, I’m going to be cremated anyhow. So no grave to walk over. Now, come to bed and help me warm up.”
I disappear into the bedroom. He is not far behind.