Do the Dead Talk?

Now after two drinks, one slushie something with rum in it and a flask of sex on the beach, (wish I was there!) I was beginning to mellow. Mr. Man shows up and promptly goes inside the house. Oh yes, I forgot to mention we were all sitting outside on the patio around a round table, smoking and drinking except for darling daughter who is looking at dirty magazines of men. But we won't go into that.
By now I am shoveling that slushie in again. It sure was tasty but I did notice a slight buzz around my head now. Mr. Man walks back outside, lights a cigarette, and starts talking about animal totems. Darling daughter hides the magazines and starts making a basket. I'm swatting at this big gigantic horse fly. He seems to like us, not so sure Mr. Man does. So since he is killing time, so do I and I light a cigarette too. Somehow, I can not seem to stay focused on Mr. Man's totems and lose interest and start looking at his nice white teeth. I notice how straight they are. Apparently my interest in his teeth made him look at me all that much more. The sun is going down now and those teeth seem to gleam at me. I was beginning to wonder just what was in that slushie.
He talks and smokes for almost half an hour. I just smoke with him and shovel slushie. Then he asks who is related to who and says that the ones who are related will go together as he doesn't know if he can get the dead back for the second person if we separate. Once they leave, he says, they do not come back. Okay, that makes sense.
Now he asks who is going first. Everyone looks around the table like now they are scared. So, of course I pipe up and say we will. By now darling daughter has her small basket done so she gets up and follows me, who is following Mr. Man.
Mr. Man goes thru the screen door and I wonder why the handle didn't fall off for him. He must have that magic touch. Good thing I didn't touch it again. I already had to hunt it up the first time it hit the floor when I went to the bathroom. Silently we filed one by one thru the living room, down the hall and into a small bedroom where he had set up. Our hostess went to get another chair as she had allowed for only two people to be there. Mr. Man went in first and sat down at the far end of the room as if there was a far end. It was a tiny bedroom with bunkbeds, a dresser and a small table. I am surprised we all fit in there. There was no room to shut the door but then everyone else was outside. On the table in front of us, he had lit a white candle. I noticed it had been used before and was half burnt. I wonder what he does if it runs out in the middle of a sitting? In a line next to the candle were crystals of various sizes and colors. I didn't think to check how many as he started moving them around to suit himself. On the left of the candle he had set up a tape recorder. So here we sat in this little semi circle, Mr. Man, me and darling daughter. He asked if we had ever talked to the dead before. Well, hell no! That's what I thought, but being the polite little lady, I replied, hmmm no. I can't believe darling daughter was so quiet. You can't wake the dead.

Isn't this fun? I am going to continue this tomorrow! lol!