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mention the plague.”
    Dean raised his shoulders. “I did. But maybe he forgot.”
    “Dean, I can’t believe you told him things. What all did you tell him.”
    “Nothing major.”
    “September 11 th wasn’t major.”
    “Ok, that one was major.”
    “Dean, I stopped at the Bowman Library to open this. After I skimmed through I asked the librarian what he knew of Ronald Reagan. Too young to even recall him, he said to me, ‘wasn’t that the famous psychic guy?’”
    “Jason … maybe he was confused.”
    “My thoughts exactly, so I approached someone older. Much older. Someone I was certain would know Ronald Reagan. So I asked him. And do you know what he said.”
    Dean shrugged. “He was the president.”
    “Yes.”
    “Good.”
    “No.” Jason shook his head. “He preceded it with he was the psychic who once was president. Dean, we have proceeded to take a great political mind, a champion of politics, a man famous for tearing down the wall of communism and made him famous for predictions.”
    “Wow that sucks.”
    “Yes, it does.” Jason exhaled. “But I find it mildly amusing. Especially after reading some of the book. Seems we were two future men who visited him frequently.”
    “We visited him frequently?” Dean asked. “Do we plan to see him again?”
    Jason shrugged. “Who knows?” He lifted the book and started walking to the other room.
    “Where are you going?”
    “To see what all you told our guru former president.” Jason raised an eyebrow. “We’ll talk later.”
    *****
    What was up with the steaming thing at the bakery? Robbie made a mental note to tell Danny about it. Twice it clogged up on Gemma and fifteen minutes into getting two lattes, Robbie wanted to scream He would had left long before if he wasn’t getting one for Andrea. Trying to focus elsewhere other than on Gemma’s fumbling, Robbie spotted Frank walking into the clinic. That was a good thing; Frank was out of the way. Of course he may ask why he wasn’t at that meeting, but it probably wasn’t important, since no one tried to get a hold of his since.
    “Almost there now.” Gemma said. “Got the steamer steaming.”
    Robbie smiled. “Thanks.” A few more moments, drop off the coffee, then off to see his father. How long had he waited.
    *****
    “Hysterical, Frank, just hysterical,” Melissa said in a rushed voice, urging Frank to the lab. “We found him passed out in the waiting room. He has no idea how he got there and only wants to speak to you. Thank God I called you, huh?”
    “When did this start?”
    “We don’t know.”
    “If this is a medical emergency, why is he in the lab?”
    “We couldn’t find anything wrong with him other than …”
    “Hysterical.”
    “Yep.” Melissa reached for the door. “Good luck.”
    “Thanks.”
    She opened the lab door.
    Dan sat on a stool, Andrea holding his hand, while Roy kind of leaned on the counter, elbows down, staring at Dan in some sort of bewilderment.
    “There, there,” Andrea patted his hand. “Frank’s here now.”
    “Frank!” Dan stood, his legs wobbled. “Oh my God.” He gripped on to Frank, holding tight around his waist, head pressed to his chest. “Oh my God.”
    “It’s all right,” Frank said looking to Andrea and mouthing the words, ‘What the fuck’?
    Dan was shaking.
    “Dan.” Frank called his name. Waited. Nothing. “Dan.” Again no response. “Fuck! Dan! Knock it off!”
    “Frank!” Andrea scolded. “Be compassionate.”
    “Sorry.” Frank said.
    Roy snickered.
    Dan backed off. “I’m sorry, Frank. I’ll pull it together.”
    “Please. Have a seat.”
    Dan took in a deep breath and sat down. “I’m traumatized.”
    “Obviously.”
    “Frank,” Again Andrea scolded.
    Dan held up his hand. “I saw his ghost.”
    “Who?” Frank asked.
    “Your father.”
    “Sweet Jesus.” Andrea placed her hand palms to heaven.
    “My father’s ghost scared you this bad?” Frank asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Did he look