“Damn it, Dee. You’re scaring me.”
“Don’t be frightened, Nyx. I don’t mean to scare you. Raphael needed you to know.” Dee reached over and caressed my face with his rough fingers. “Too bad it wasn’t to be with me. You know I’ve always thought you were my angel. You’ve always made me so very happy.”
“Sorry. I know. Bad Dee.”
I smiled at him. “Okay, so what’s the big news that you wanted to share concerning your visitation? I’m dying to know.”
“I’m going home.”
“I thought you said you weren’t moving back to Florida.”
“No,” he said, “not that home. My real home.”
“Come on, Dee. Quit fucking with me.”
“I’m not fucking with you. God’s coming in a cloud to take me home, only you can’t tell anyone about this. No one. Do I have your word?”
“Yes, of course,” I said. “But come on now. God hasn’t come down in a cloud for thousands of years. What makes you so sure he’s coming for you?”
“Raphael said so.”
“And you don’t question Raphael,” I said.
Words I needed to say weren’t forming well enough for me to speak them. This didn’t sound good at all. I began to wonder what drug Dee was taking and with what it was cut. Was this just a bad batch of coke talking through him?
He grabbed my arm. “So, are you going to heed my words? I’ve got to be certain before I leave here tonight.”
“Yes. I’ll go with Nigel to a cemetery by a river if he asks me. And, I promise I won’t tell anyone about god coming down in a cloud to get you tonight.”
“You’ve always been a great friend, Nyx. Thank you for being my friend when so many others wouldn’t. I love you so much.”
We got up to go. I glanced at my phone to see if it was still recording. It was. I slipped it into my coat pocket. We walked out the door into the crisp night air.
Standing outside the Pep, Dee turned one last time to look at me. He radiated light. His aura was on fire and there was no mistaking the joy in his soul. I reached out and held him for a small eternity.
This was it, the finale. I just knew it.
Somehow I knew I would never see him again. He wouldn’t tell me anymore than he had, and I didn’t press him.
What I did next surprised even me. I reached up and gave him a kiss square on the lips. I never kissed anyone there, ever. It was my personal taboo. A kiss on the lips was a commitment, but tonight was different. I knew that this kiss symbolized the best and most powerful way for me to say goodbye without words. There was no way I could verbalize that to him. It seemed way too final.
So, I kissed him again.
Without warning, he broke into a song. He never told me that he could sing, and as his voice washed over me it opened up the wellspring in my soul.
I broke down and cried right there in front of god and Raphael and everyone else.
When he was done, he wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear.
“Be well, Nyx. I’ll see you again, sooner than later. You just heed the words of Raphael, and promise to carry me forever in your heart. Nigel needs you and you are ready for him. Go in love.”
He stepped back, kissed his fingers and held up the peace sign.
I stood there weeping buckets of tears as my dear sweet Dee departed into the darkness of a cold Savannah night.
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