Nights at Mama's

Part Four: The Room

My room is relatively plain. Small. Old wallpaper, peeling off in portions, exposing even older wallpaper behind it.

I close the door.

"Stephen?" I ask cautiously

He turns around, jumps out of the chair he was in and hugs me, lifting me off the ground.

"Jimmy!" He smiles with glee. "I can't believe your home!"

"It's been a long time, Stephen."

"Too long!" He waves his arms madly as he says it. Ever the dramatic one. "Why, I thought I'd never hear from you again!"

"Well. Here I am. Hey, where is Lewis?"

"What do you want him for. Truly incapable of true reason, that one..."

The door flies open.

"Lewis!" I rush and hug him

His voice is deep and melodious. "Where have you been?"