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“So how did you enjoy the service Dark and Handsome?” Miss Remembrance and I were at her uncle’s home having dinner with him and the pastor.

  “I loved it,” I smile. “Thank you, Miss Remembrance. I do not know why. I surely do not know how, but thank you. You have helped me to over come my one and only fear. I shall be forever in your gratitude.”

  She blushes and hides her face. “It was really nothin’ Handsome. I just wanted to help, and maybe, hopefully, be invited to your friend’s funeral?” She looks over at me from across the table and bats her eyes.

  I laugh. “You only had to ask Miss Remembrance. Of course you may come, it would be a pleasure to escort my new acquaintance with me to what may be one of the most phenomenal funerals ever.”

  Her smile fades. “You… you only think of me as an acquaintance?”

  “Of course, Miss Remembrance. What else would I think of you as?”

  “Well, um-”

  “Alright, dinner is served.” Miss Remembrance’s uncle and his pastor walk through the swinging door to the kitchen with trays full of food. “I hope you two came with starving appetites.”

  I smile, “Yes, we both did Mr. Buck. And thank you again for inviting me to your home.”

  “Oh it was my pleasure. I’m just happy that my little niece here was finally able to snag up a boyfriend.”

  Miss Remembrance chokes on her food. “Uncle Buck!”

  He looks back and forth towards us. “What? I say something wrong?”

  I only smile. “I regret to inform you, Mr. Buck, but Miss Remembrance and I are only acquaintances.”

  “Oh, I get it. So you’re gay?”

  “UNCLE BUCK!!!”

  “What did I say?!”

  “He is not gay! He is straight! He is just not looking for a girlfriend!”

  I look over at Miss Remembrance and see hurt and disappointment flash through her eyes for only a moment.

  “Well sorry, little-miss-ran-around-with-a-diaper-on-her-head-until-she-was-twelve, don’t have a cow. It was an honest mistake.”

  Miss Remembrance puts her face in her hands. “Uncle Buck, I cannot believe you just said that.”

  The pastor and I attempt to hold back our snickers but fail. “You ran around with a diaper on your head until you were twelve?”

  “I was an over eccentric kid back than, the tiniest bit of sugar set me off. This year was my first year back being able to have sugar and caffeine.” She looks up at us and her face is the same color red as my suit.

  The pastor, Mr. Buck, and I all laugh. Mr. Buck begins to sing “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.” I laugh even harder. This is probably the most fun that I have had in centuries.

“So what are you going to wear to my companion’s funeral? You know that it is old fashioned and not the old fashioned you are thinking of. In this old fashioned, you must wear a corset dress, with plenty of under layers and rumples.”

  She looks at me. “Please tell me you are kidding. Do I really have to wear from frilly dress?”

  I laugh. “Do not cause yourself distress. No one at the funeral would dare wear anything frilly. I shall have someone send a fitting dress to you and your roommate’s dorm later on tonight once I return to my loft.” I stop in front of her dorm room door. “Which shall be sooner than you think. Good evening Miss Remembrance. Have pleasant dreams tonight, for you shall not be resting for quite a while.” With that, I turn and disappear into the shadows and make my way home.