We Gathered In a House

We gathered in a house I did not recognize but apparently was mine to hear the wisdom of my long ago college chaplain who died but was alive for this occasion.

It was an interesting group — two friends from my high school days who didn’t go to my alma mater and had never heard of the chaplain and several others I couldn’t identify but whom I knew pretty well.

There were around eight of us males and females.  Some of the females were young like daughters.  We waited downstairs for the doorbell to ring but no results.  Finally, a couple of us ventured into the darkness

upstairs just to see what was or wasn’t going on, heard a rustling on the couch and turned on a light.  There was my formerly dead chaplain resting.  I asked him why he didn’t ring the bell and come downstairs.

He simply said he didn’t wish to disturb us.  We all came upstairs. The chaplain sat on the couch; I noticed he was wearing pedal pushers.  He regaled us with his wisdom. I couldn’t tell you a word he said

but I did notice that he noticed that his pedal pushers were wet from the crotch on down and pee was running out the bottom onto his socks and into his shoes.  I could tell he was self-conscious.  I got him a couple

of towels one to put between his bottom and the couch and the other to cover him.  I certainly didn’t want him soiling the couch. For one thing it was cloth and not leather. I guess when he crossed over to the other side,

his incontinence wasn’t fixed; either that or when he crossed back again, the old infirmities returned.  It was getting late and it had been dark for a long time and the chaplain had run out of wisdom so it was time to leave.

He was going to accompany the young ladies home safely and my two high school buddies were going to ride with him.  The remainder of the group just disappeared into the night.  Because everyone left except me,

I guess the home which seemed foreign was really mine. One high school buddy sat at the top of a giant slide next to the front door and the other one sat at the bottom of the slide.  The chaplain asked when they

were going to be honest and come out of the closet with each other.  I thought it was strange because I knew their wives but the chaplain had significant powers of perception even before he crossed over.

I could only imagine how much more perceptive he was now.  I could only bow to his gay-dar even though I remained puzzled. My one buddy who sat on the slide at the bottom seemed to give it serious consideration.

The one at the top seemed oblivious to it all. Actually, I think the chaplain addressed only the one at the bottom of the slide.  As I looked up to the top of the slide at my other buddy, I could understand.

The chaplain really was perceptive. They all got in the car and left.  I just stood on the front porch thinking everything was really strange.  I hoped the chaplain had a safe trip back to wherever and

I wasn’t sure I wanted to go back into the house.