Henry made a pot of tea for him and the two house ghosts.
“How was your day?” he asked. “Oh, of course.”
He got up in a hurry, shuffled to the counter, and back with the plastic cutting board loaded with a mound of lemons. “I had them sliced, I just forget to set them out.”
“Sorry you were saying?” he asked, dipping a cookie into his cup.
“Well, isn’t that something? And you were worried. I told you it would turn out all right, didn’t I?
Henry smiled and sipped, as the two cups across the table slowly emptied.
A Bunch of Dumb Words in a Row 