“We entered into a contract, of sorts, Mr. Willowtree and I.” my aunt continued. “To save the Admiral, I had to give Felix something. I gave him the same gift he gave my precious cat: life. When Felix saved the Admiral, who will live on to see his 100th birthday, it gave him a guaranteed 100 more years as our “family ghost.” My dear, while he may certainly save you in a pinch, it will cost you far more in the long run. He feeds on our silly need for permanence. Our need for control. Our times of weakness.”
Mrs. Crumpet stopped momentarily, with an indecipherable look in her eyes. “Whatever kind of pinch you may find yourself in soon, Hannah, do not call on Mr. Willowtree.”
Abruptly, she stood up and left the room. The Admiral did not follow suit; instead he kept his territorial glare fixated on me. His distaste was palpable. Snob.
I let myself out of my aunt’s apartment, and traipsed up the staris to my own. I had to gather my thoughts and prepare myself for my next encounter: back to the library to get my, uh, uncle’s side of the story.
After fueling my body with 2 large bowls of cereal and a brief moment (2 episodes) of Netflixing, I headed back out to the library. To my surprise, Cindy was not perched at the circulation desk. My new uncle, as per usual, was relaxing in front of the fireplace. He looked as thought he’d been waiting for me.
I walked up to him, warmly greeted by a smile and a cup of coffee, and sat down.