![]() ![]() “What you talkin’ about, Miss Margaret? “ Gus tilted his head at Maggie and furrowed his brow in question. ![]() “I know your song choices because 'you be' playin’ stuff that Elvis could dance to!” Maggie did her own swivel hips impression and “thank you very much” lip curl. Not exactly Usher but pretty darn good for an old guy. You be thinkin’ I don’t know modern music?” Gus did a quick shimmy and shake and a shuffle ball change. ![]() “Now, how do you know what my song choices are, Miss Margaret?” Gus laughed a little. I mean, you have great taste and all, but I wouldn’t mind some Rhianna or Maroon 5 sometimes.” “I really like your song choices, but I was thinking I need to bring you into the 21st century. “So, Gus?” Maggie smiled up at the old janitor as they closed and locked the supply closet for the night. It was time to make some suggestions to the D.J. That night she had been serenaded by some truly ancient doo-wop, and a girl really couldn’t swing by herself. Every once in a while Gus would play some oldies over the sound system, and Maggie would boogie her way through her chores a little more cheerfully. Maggie and Gus went about their nightly duties – Gus happily, Maggie decidedly less so, but trying bravely to enjoy emptying trashes and scraping gum from underneath desks. It had been a little lonely.and very peaceful without him around. Shad had a bad cold and hadn't been to work for several days. A week passed with nary a whiff of anything remotely ghostie. ![]()
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