ill, or anything that disagreeable, not at all. In your case, it would be purely for tax-purposes.â
âNot that my fatherâd do that. Heâs âway too conceited. Thatâs what I think really ticks him off about death: the possibility that the world could ever get along without him, now that heâs been in it. Heâs the type that wouldnât be discouraged by the fact that no other lawyerâs ever managed to find a way to get around death. Heâd most likely figure thatâs just because until now there hasnât been a lawyer whoâs been as smart as he is. So, if there
is
a way out of death, and anyoneâs going to find it, he of course would be the boy who would do it. Hasnât yet, as far as I know, but Iâm sure heâs still working on it, there, boy. But anyway, if your mother-in-law and your father-in-law were close â¦â DellâAppa had said.
âUh-uh,â Dennison had said. âWell, no closerân any other couple thatâs been married over thirty years, I mean. And besides, the conversations she started havingâor started admitting she was having, after he died; could be they werenât something new. Just something sheâd thought sheâd better keep to herself until he died; didnât want him to have her put away. But her people on the Other Side, in the Great Beyond? After he died, and they had their meetings with her, they didnât have him along with them. He wasnât one of her callers. Farâs she ever let on to us, at least. If he did attend, he apparently didnât have much to say. Or if he did, it didnât seem to have made a real lasting impression on her. She didnât allow him any more air-time after he was deadân she had when he was still alive. Not that there was anything new in that. She never had been all that interested in what Stan had to say, anyway, even back when he was alive, right in the same room with her.
âSo: no,â Dennison had said, âit wasnât the house, when she got the house, that the dead peopleâd started talking to her. Thatâd been going on for a long time. I dunno as you could properly classify what she had with them as
conversations
, though, come to think of itâso farâs I ever heard, they only talked to her; she didnât talk to them. At least not in the beginning, and I donât think after that, either. If they ever did let her have a two-way hook-up, send as well as receive. I donât believe so. If they did, she never let on. When she told us about something sheâd learned, say, from Douglas MacArthur or somebody, it was always what this particular famous dead personâd had on
his
mind to say to
her.
âMister Poe,â for example.â
âAs in âEdgar Allenâ?â DellâAppa said.
âThe very fellow,â Dennison said. â âMister Poe told me that he served in Battery H of the First Artillery at Fort Independence on Castle Island under the name of Edgar A. Perry, and rose to the rank of lieutenant,â she told us. âThis wouldâve been in Eighteen-and-twenty-seven, he was there, when he was eighteen years old. Mister Poe said that while he was in Boston some of the other soldiers told him about how another young lieutenant by the name of Robert Massie had been killed in a duel on Christmas Day ten years before, and his friends had become so angry that they got the other man drunk and took him down to the dungeon in the fort and chained him to the floor and then bricked up the wall and went away, left him in there to die by himself. And Mister Poe said he wrote a story about that, he did change it somewhat, but he didnât say what it was. So I wouldnât know about that.â â
âYouâre shittinâ me,â DellâAppa said. â âThe Cask of Amontilladoâ?â
â
Hey
,â Dennison said. âFor