he didn’t know what to say to her…she just appeared in front of him all grainy…grayish color…not quite white…

and she spoke of things from the past…their past…trips ‘cross country…holdin’ hands down by the Ohio River…eatin’ oysters in Mobile…said these things softly…he had to strain to hear her…

she asked if he still loved her…he nodded…he wanted to touch her but he couldn’t…

so…he sat there in bed…mesmerized by her presence…she said she’d help him through the tough parts…the sadness of bein’ alone…all he had to do was call out to her…just call her name…Jenny…just call out Jenny…said she’d be there in spirit…he’d know it was her by the way the room would smell…a certain song would be on the radio…the nights he’d get her recipes just right…he smiled…and like that she was gone…gone…

he fell back asleep…awoke in the mornin’ to a wonderful smell…Steely Dan on the radio…she was here…he thought…she was here…