Séance Queen 🔮

I turn, and look at the fridge. It seems to be the same fridge that was here when I moved in. 

I mean, I’m also kind of embarrassed. I never do that, I know that’s how you get roaches, but my back hurts so bad that getting up and down is next to impossible, much less bending over. “Um, you holding up okay down there?” I ask.

There was silence. 

“I know that we’re probably the only apartment in the building that doesn’t have a bug problem. That’s, well, that’s you, right?”

Again, silence. But I know I heard it.

“Listen, I can’t really bend over right now, but if you’re down there and hungry, like, there’s half a rotisserie chicken in there that’s about to go bad. I was going to throw it away, but if you could use it-”

“Yesssss. Please.” 

Well. Whatever it is, it’s well-mannered, anyway.