Last Visit

Date: 10/3/2022

In the large stone townhouse, my mother's rooms are up a narrow, carpeted staircase, like a sound proofed tunnel. S unlocks the door and there is Sirius Black inside, waiting, staring out the darkened window. A friend of her's? I am embarrassed that I have no pants although I cannot remember taking them off. I want to turn on a light to find them. On the bed? The light reveals I AM wearing pants but they are so light I couldn't feel them. I love these pants. I'm feeling the fabric as I fly back down the stairs for the last time. The house has been sold. A sad day. S needs a bigger share to support herself. "I got you," I say. Sirius Black is on a skateboard, spinning in slow motion in the moonlight.