"19 AND MEET FIRST GHOST. PART IV"

 I smile at both, looking into the cup. I stood and up so fast, knocked over the plastic chair. There at the bottom of this tiny cup, outlined with chocolate resin, was my sister and her baby. Could see them clearly as the chocolate resin slid down the cup, saw them moving as well. Will see that type of movement when I witness the Mona Lisa at the Lourve in Paris years later. Tia Josefina handed my wife her cup. Tia Jose as I call her. Smiles at me, and says your sister's baby was born an hour ago, while you two had dinner with me. You have been worried about her the whole night, and she and the baby are fine. 

My wife gushes as is her irritable habit, turns her cup to me, look honey, it's us kissing. She turns to Tia Jose and mumbles why there is a jagged line running through our image. Wife asked softly, did one of us pass away? Tia Josefina whispered, "No, it's worse, your love for each other died." Wife makes a sad face, now tears well up in those big Spanish eyes. Tia Jose whispers quietly, maybe I need my glasses. 

She looks so coldly at me and points down to the living room, go be a dear and get my glasses on my night stand. She adds, it's to the first bedroom at the end of the living room. I look again at her cold eyes and wonder what the hell. As I walk through her living room toward her bedroom. I hear wife and Tia Jose talking back in the kitchen. Their voices seem so faraway. Like when you doze off on the sand at the beach. The roar of the ocean and the voices of other beachgoers so close and distant.

If I could take back the upcoming event. I would not, as those collapsing moments of reality sometimes save you from death. 

To be continued