‘Yes.’
‘You truly know? You tell the truth?’
‘Swear to God, swear by all that’s living.’
‘Tell me more!’
‘There’s little more to tell.’
‘Tell me!’
‘Everything will be all right with you. Some night soon, or some day, someone will call and they’ll really be there when you come to find. The game will be over.’
‘Hide-and-seek, you mean? But it’s gone on too long!’
‘It’s almost over, Marie.’
‘You know my name!’
He stopped, confused. He had not meant to speak it.
‘How did you know, who are you?’ she demanded.
‘When you get back to sleep tonight, you’ll know. If we say too much, you’ll disappear, or I’ll disappear. I’m not quite sure which of us is real or which is a ghost.’
‘Not me! Oh, surely not me. I can feel myself. I’m here. Why, look!’ And she showed him the remainder of her tears brushed from her eyelids and held on her palms.
‘Oh, that’s real, all right. Well, then, dear young woman, I must be the visitor. I come to tell you it will all go right. Do you believe in special ghosts?’
‘Are you special?’
‘One of us is. Or maybe both. The ghost of young love or the ghost of the unborn.’
‘Is that what I am, you are?’
‘Paradoxes aren’t easy to explain.’
‘Then, depending on how you look at it, you’re impossible, and so am I.’
‘If it makes it easier, just think I’m not really here. Do you believe in ghosts?’
‘I think I do.’
‘It comes to me to imagine, then, that there are special ghosts in the world. Not ghosts of dead people. But ghosts of want and need, or I guess you might say desire.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘Well, have you ever lain in bed late afternoons, late nights and dreamed something so much, awake, you felt your soul jump out of your body as if something had yanked a long, pure white sheet straight out the window? You want something so much, your soul leaps out and follows, my God, fast?’
‘Why … yes. Yes!’
‘Boys do that, men do that. When I was twelve I read Burroughs’ Mars novels. John Carter used to stand under the stars, hold up his arms to Mars, and ask to be taken. And Mars grabbed his soul, yanked him like an aching tooth across space, and landed him in dead Martian seas. That’s boys, that’s men.’
‘And girls, women?’
‘They dream, yes. And their ghosts come out of their bodies. Living ghosts. Living wants. Living needs.’
‘And go to stand on lawns in the middle of winter nights?’
‘That’s about it.’
‘Am I a ghost, then?’
‘Yes, the ghost of wanting so much it kills but doesn’t kill you, shakes and almost breaks you.’
‘And you?’
‘I must be the answer-ghost.’
‘The answer-ghost. What a funny name!’
‘Yes. But you’ve asked and I know the answer.’
‘Tell me!’
‘All right, the answer is this, young girl, young woman. The time of waiting is almost over. Your time of despair will soon be through. Very soon, now, a voice will call and when you come out, both of you, your ghost of want and your body with it, there will be a man to go with the voice that calls.’
‘Oh, please don’t tell me that if it isn’t true!’ Her voice trembled. Tears flashed again in her eyes. She half raised her arms again in defense.
‘I wouldn’t dream to hurt you. I only came to tell.’
The town clock struck again in the deep morning.
‘It’s late,’ she said.
‘Very late. Get along, now.’
‘Is that all you’re going to say?’
‘You don’t need to know any more.’
The last echoes of the great clock faded.
‘How strange,’ she murmured. ‘The ghost of a question, the ghost of an answer.’
‘What better ghosts can there be?’
‘None that I ever heard of. We’re twins.’