Chapter 5

“Good idea.”

Curtis led the way back into the living room and Aaron followed behind.

“Um, can you sit?” Curtis asked.

Aaron was reminded of a similar line in Charles Dickens’s A Christmas Caroland the answer was the same.

“Yes, I think so.” Aaron carefully lowered himself into a chair. Oddly it felt no different than sitting when he’d been alive. It would be too easy to convince himself he wasn’t dead though, even after all these years of just existing, so he pushed such thoughts out of his mind.

Curtis sat on the couch across from him; as far away as he could, Aaron imagined. As though being dead was contagious. He almost laughed. Funny how he could still be amused.

“How far should I go back?”

Curtis thought about it. “Well, maybe tell me about your life about that time and then a few days leading up to that day. What you remember. Should I take notes?”