CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FIFTY-NINE
“How can I help?” he asked.
“I wondered. . .” Leslie said. Delphie looked up at her. “What do you think the ghosts are? Souls that were once embodied? So some kind of bodily essence? Something that is foreign to the body — kind of like gasoline to a vehicle. The vehicle needs the gasoline to run, but it’s really a foreign substance.”
Leslie peered at him to see if he understood her question. Jacob nodded.
“Or is it a memory,” Leslie said. “Something generated between you and me and whoever was there at the time they died. The memory can act out what happened but doesn’t really have power in its own right. Then there’s the idea that a creator gives the soul and. . .”
Leslie shook her head.
“You probably think I’m crazy,” Leslie said with a slight laugh.
“I think you are asking interesting questions,” Jacob said. “I can tell you what I know but honestly, I’m not sure anyone knows. Do you, Delphie?”
Delphie shook her head.
“I’ve always taken them as a creature of this earth,” Delphie said. “Humans, animals, plants, ghosts, angels. . .”
“I wonder if they have mass,” Leslie said.
Jacob grinned at her. She shook her head at him.
“What?” Leslie asked.
“You’re really smart,” Jacob said, evenly.
Leslie blushed so red that her scalp showed red under her white blond hair.
“I didn’t know that,” Jacob said. “I’m sorry. I guess I underestimated you.”
“You know about Nelson, right?” Leslie asked.
“The Templar thing?” Jacob asked.
“Sure,” Leslie said. “But he’s. . . an incredible ER doctor. He’s come up with techniques that save lives.”
“I had no idea,” Jacob said.
“Bob basically developed blood splatter technique,” Leslie said.
“I was blown away by what he did in there,” Jacob said.
“Fran’s the best lab tech I’ve ever worked with,” Leslie said. “We’re all weirdos. And we love working together.”
“That’s all that matters,” Jacob said. “Why don’t we sit down and talk about this ghost thing?”
“Okay,” Leslie said with a nod.
“Delphie?” Fran asked. “I wanted to ask. . .”
Fran stopped talking. Delphie put her hand on Fran’s arm.
“Your children are happy,” Delphie said. “They want you to know that they love you and don’t blame you for what happened.”
Tears rolled down Fran’s face. She gave Delphie a nod.
“Why don’t we sit for a while in the shade?” Delphie asked. “You can ask what you need to know.”
Fran nodded and followed Delphie to the chicken yard. They sat in the shade and talked. As the day began to fade, Harvest Day got underway.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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