Under_The_Whispering_Door_by_TJ_Klune
Wallace’s eyes stung. He blinked rapidly, unable to meet Hugo’s gaze.“You can’t say that. You don’t know what it’s like. It’s not fair.”“What isn’t?”“This!” Wallace cried, waving his arms around wildly. “All of it.Everything. I didn’t ask for this. I don’t want this. I have things to do. I haveresponsibilities. I have a life. How can you say I have a choice when itcomes down to becoming like Cameron or going through your damn door?”“I guess the denial was there all along.”Wallace glared at him. “I don’t like you.” It was petulant and mean, butWallace couldn’t bring himself to care.Hugo didn’t rise to the bait. “That’s okay. We’ll get there. I won’t forceyou into anything you don’t want to do. I’m here to guide you. All I ask is thatyou let me try.”Wallace swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Why do you care somuch? Why do you do what you do? How do you do what you do? What’s thepoint of all of this?”Hugo grinned. “That’s a start. There might be hope for you yet.”And with that, he walked up the porch stairs, Apollo bounding up besidehim. He stopped at the door, looking back at Wallace still standing amongstthe tea leaves. “You coming?”Wallace hung his head and trudged up the stairs.Hugo yawned as he closed the door behind them. He blinked sleepily,rubbing his jaw. Wallace could hear the clock in the front tick, tick, ticking.Before he’d fled the tea shop, the seconds had seemed lost, stuttering andstopping, stuttering and stopping. It sounded as if it’d smoothed out. It wasnormal again. Wallace didn’t know what that meant.“It’s late,” Hugo told him. “Our days start early here. Pastries needs to bebaked, and tea needs time to steep.”Wallace felt awkward, unsure. He didn’t know what was supposed tohappen next. “Fine. If you could show me to my room, I’ll let you be.”“Your room?”Wallace ground his teeth together. “Or give me a blanket and I can sleepon the ground.”
“You don’t need to sleep.”Wallace flinched. “What?”Hugo stared at him curiously. “Have you slept since you died?”Well … no. He hadn’t. But there hadn’t been time. He’d been far too busytrying to make sense of all this drivel. The very idea of sleep hadn’t evencrossed his mind, even when things had gotten a bit hazy and he’d foundhimself at his own funeral. And then Mei had shown up and dragged him tothis place. So, no. He hadn’t slept. “I had things to do.”“Of course you did. Are you tired?”He wasn’t, which was strange. He should’ve been exhausted. Witheverything that had happened, he expected to be drained and movingsluggishly. But he wasn’t. He’d never felt more awake. “No,” he muttered.“That doesn’t make sense.”“You’re dead,” Hugo reminded him. “I think you’ll find sleep is the leastof your worries from here on out. In all my years as a ferryman, I’ve nevercome across a sleeping ghost. That would be something new. You could try, Isuppose. Let me know how that works out.”“So what am I supposed to do?” Wallace demanded. “Stand here and waitfor you to wake up?”“You could,” Hugo said. “But there are more comfortable places for youto wait.”Wallace scowled at him. “You’re not funny.”“A little,” Hugo said. “You can do whatever you want, so long as youdon’t leave the grounds of the tea shop. I’d rather not have to chase after youagain.”“Whatever I want?”“Sure.”For the first time since he’d arrived in the tea shop, Wallace smiled.“Mei.”“G’way.”“Mei.”“Time ’zit.”“Mei. Mei. Mei.”
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“You don’t need to sleep.”
Wallace flinched. “What?”
Hugo stared at him curiously. “Have you slept since you died?”
Well … no. He hadn’t. But there hadn’t been time. He’d been far too busy
trying to make sense of all this drivel. The very idea of sleep hadn’t even
crossed his mind, even when things had gotten a bit hazy and he’d found
himself at his own funeral. And then Mei had shown up and dragged him to
this place. So, no. He hadn’t slept. “I had things to do.”
“Of course you did. Are you tired?”
He wasn’t, which was strange. He should’ve been exhausted. With
everything that had happened, he expected to be drained and moving
sluggishly. But he wasn’t. He’d never felt more awake. “No,” he muttered.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“You’re dead,” Hugo reminded him. “I think you’ll find sleep is the least
of your worries from here on out. In all my years as a ferryman, I’ve never
come across a sleeping ghost. That would be something new. You could try, I
suppose. Let me know how that works out.”
“So what am I supposed to do?” Wallace demanded. “Stand here and wait
for you to wake up?”
“You could,” Hugo said. “But there are more comfortable places for you
to wait.”
Wallace scowled at him. “You’re not funny.”
“A little,” Hugo said. “You can do whatever you want, so long as you
don’t leave the grounds of the tea shop. I’d rather not have to chase after you
again.”
“Whatever I want?”
“Sure.”
For the first time since he’d arrived in the tea shop, Wallace smiled.
“Mei.”
“G’way.”
“Mei.”
“Time ’zit.”
“Mei. Mei. Mei.”