It was nearly eleven pm and sleep refused to take him. He stretched joints that he wished had even a year less strain on them then climbed out of bed.
“Computer on.” As the system warmed up he paced around his bedroom. He could not shake the feeling that something supernatural was on the horizon.
“How can I help you?” his computer offered. He gave it the command to contact Venita Thompson. The program informed him that she was unavailable and gave him an option to leave her a message.
“I miss you,” he dictated.
For the next two hours, he consulted the various files he had compiled detailing various aspects of the paranormal world.
His sense of dread had reached that point. He was certain something big was coming to end his self-imposed exile. little activity there was given how worried he was.
His study session was pleasantly interrupted by Venita responding to his message. It was a brief reply; one that essentially gave him an ultimatum to meet with her in person if he needed to talk.
He made travel arrangements and ninety minutes later he was boarding a plane.
Four hours after that, he was seated at Venita’s dining room table holding a fresh brewed cup of tea.
“You have a lot of nerve, Julius Irving Martin Junior. Haven’t seen you in almost four years and you don’t have the common decency to even dress up.”
He could not help but smile. They both were well aware of the fact she had been the one to pick out the outfit he was wearing.
“And to top it all off, the only reason you came out here is because I’m the only person you know that will put up with your narrow behind.”
“You’re absolutely gorgeous when you’re pretending to be mad at me.”
“Shut up and drink your tea. I want to hear everything that’s going on inside that big brain of yours.”