Read by Brian Lieberman
Originally Published in Realms of Fantasy
Before I can even ring, Uncle Gilberto opens the door and gives me a
big hug and a kiss that smells of gin and menthol cigarettes. His
dog, Ganymede, barks and snuggles his head between my legs. The cat
eyes me suspiciously from the next room. From behind me, someone
helps me slip off my jacket. I look over my shoulder, but nobody’s
there. “Who’s that?” I ask my uncle.
“That’s Daniel,” he says.
“Hey, Daniel,” I say. “Been a while.”
Gilberto shakes a finger at the air behind me. “No, you cannot also
take his shirt! I told you to behave.” Uncle Gil throws both hands
into the air. “Dios mío, what have I done? Bringing my innocent
nephew into a house with twenty-seven horny ghosts. Qué barbaridad.
You tell me right away if any of them try anything, me entiendes,
James?”
Rated R: Contains Love, Ghosts, and San Francisco
