|The cemetery was an old man’s yawn, broken teeth dotting the dry straw of his tongue. Her tombstone leaned sleepily askew.
“Can you can straighten it?” she asked. I wanted to please her but the stone probably weighed 300 pounds.
“I’ll need help, but sure.”
She smiled and I melted. I poured hot chocolate into her cup. I watched the steaming liquid go down her throat. She is a greenish tone and transparent. I’m totally in love.
We met on a dare by my best bud Frankie. “The cemetery’s haunted!” he’d said.
Friday night, two carloads of kids, some six-packs, and then The Green Lady herself. Kids screaming and wheeling out of there lickety-split. I passed out.
“She’s beautiful,” Frankie said. He held the stone level with a crowbar while I shoveled dirt underneath.
“You’ve seen her?
“Well…just that night.”
No one else has felt the cool breeze of her lips. A real woman–well, not real, but more of a woman than any of the girls I’ve dated.
“Lift it up so it don’t settle in low.” I tossed in some stones for form, and tamped it down with the shovel. Together we eased the crowbar out and the tombstone settled in place. “Perfect!” I said.
I usually saw her on Friday nights but now I couldn’t wait that long. There she was, admiring the tombstone. I almost fainted for there too was Frankie, handing her a coke.