After a decade Bill called. He reached a level of intoxication where lunacy required an audience. He also had a list of unforgivable people and wanted to go over it with me. Admittedly I’ve messed things up, plenty, but I was surprised to find my name on his list.
After an hour I told Bill I could hook him up with a good shrink or an exorcist if he preferred. That worked. He hung up.
A week later I called him back. Bill was sober and I was tactful. We joked some before I brought up the exorcist.
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This story originally appeared in Whispers and Echoes.
