Luke leaned in closer. He bent down and whispered in Anna’s ear. “I fed her poison pizza.”
The mink hat tickled his forehead as she jolted. “He fed me poison pizza,” Anna responded encouraging him to continue.
“I fed her poison pizza.”
“Arsenic in my pizza.”
Singing commenced. Luke began to realize he’d become attached. He felt for the first time like a true father to her. He’d heard the word many times since Anna came into his life. But now it was different. No longer the sardonic joke she would torment him with in her many voices. For months he’d shout his opposition to the word whenever the word was uttered. Tonight he hoped to hear it. He wouldn’t.
“You’re doing the right thing with Mr Birdman,” Luke said as if to congratulate her. It amazed him to see how truly far she’d come. How immensely she’d developed. How her moral compass had seemingly recalibrated, or, at least hinted at such beginnings. A process, Luke figured, but a real one, he was confident.
“I think I understand. Afterall, he did buy this hat for me,” Anna decided.
Luke smiled. He patted the hat. “That’s right.” He then went to feel her face. But felt nothing but air below its brim. The hat floated to other side of the bed.
“Mr Franzen,” she asked.
Luke replaced his usual sigh with a chuckle. “Yes?”
“Your imposter sure makes great pancakes!”
Luke grinned. “Yes, Jonathan is a wonderful cook–isn’t he.”
The hat nodded. “Pancakes, are my FAVORITE FOOD,” Anna declared.
Luke paused in his enthusiasm. Anna was three-thousand-years-old. A baby by demon’s standards but a child by anyone’s estimation. This wasn’t the reason however for his pause. In all her three thousand years Anna had consumed only but three foods and, all within the past three months. Firm to remind him of how inconvertible this difference was. How regardless of the affection they shared, Anna was the spawn of satan. How, despite her decision to bring Birdman back from undeath in the morning, she was the reason for why the task was necessary.
Luke was elated for Birdman’s return. Of course, he’d thought he lost him forever. But he worried now about Jonathan Franzen. Anna considered Franzen to be an imposter. Were it not for his pancakes, she’d have no reason to keep him around, Luke feared.
The hat belched. “Excuse me,” Anna squealed.
An orb of greed light brightened Luke’s face in the dark and musty bedroom. As its ray met his eye, blinded he noticed. “What is that, Anna,” he asked her. Luke never understood this light despite it happening since they met. As in all times prior, she offered no answer. The light grew brighter. Luke sighed but caught himself. It was not worth losing this moment. He smiled. “Goodnight, Anna.” And stood and left the room. Before the door closed, she spoke. “Goodnight.”
He went to the garage. The Yamaha’s were parked side-by-side. Birdman’s yamaha, the seat of which stained in blood. What had become of their lives, Luke was unable to answer. How did the murder, zombification and re-murder of his lover Birdman, become surmountable. How did the entity responsible for this receive his affection just moments ago. Tomorrow’s gonna be a good day, he told himself. Tomorrow’s gonna be a good day.