Chapter 8

“Good idea,” he said. “Tell me the name of his salon and I’ll go down to meet with him.”

Aaron tilted his head. “I’ve got a better idea.”

“You have?”

“I’ll go with you.”

Curtis pushed back from his desk and stood. “Go with me? Aaron, how? We don’t know if you can leave this apartment. You never have, have you?”

“No.”

“What makes you think you can now?”

“I’ve never been this solid before. This formed.”

“What if you disappear as soon as you walk outside?” Curtis didn’t like that idea. For some reason he wasn’t ready to let go of Aaron yet. Not before he could at least try to help him.

“I want to try something,” Aaron said.

“Try what?”

“Something I’ve seen on television and movies. It may not work, but…”

Curtis opened his mouth to ask Aaron what the hell he was talking about when Aaron launched himself at Curtis. The words froze in his throat. His whole body went rigid and his eyes bulged out.

Aaron disappeared.