Nagging. I hear my wife’s insistent voice, but the words are far away and…mushy, like. Sometimes it’s like that. I dunno why. I hear almost everything else fine. The birds outside the windows. The steady hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. But sometimes her voice sounds like it’s coming from real far away…or through water. Now, I can’t hear exactly what she says, but after 34 years of marriage, I know that tone well enough. I just want to sit in my chair and drink a beer, watch the game. I’m a simple man. I’m a simple man, and like most women, she’s a complicated woman. I love ‘er, Lord knows I do, but sometimes I just wish she’d stop talking.
I give up. Can’t taste the beer anyhow. So I get up and drift to the bedroom. I feel tired, but I’m not sure how that can be. Why can’t I taste the beer, but I can still feel tired? Dead tired. Hardy har. Maybe it’s on account of all that nagging. It always did wear me right out, squabbling with her, even when she did most of the talkin’.
Now that I’m in the bedroom and just wanna sleep, all of sudden, her voice is clear as a bell, like she’s whispering right in my ear. How can a man sleep like that? Oh, well…at least she’s not nagging anymore. But this may be worse because now she’s crying softly.
Why did you leave me? I miss you so much… I’m so lost without you. I’ll never let you go.
I tell her to hush, that it’ll be okay, but she doesn’t hear me, which seems to set her off to nagging again.
Why won’t you talk to me?
I should be aggravated, but now I’m sad, because, dammit, I miss her too. I can’t touch her…but she won’t leave me alone. And somehow that makes it worse, having something or someone so close, but you just…can’t…reach ’em.
Somehow the thought makes me more tired. So I wish she’d just stop talking altogether, just for a while, so I can get some rest.
Jesus, woman. Even dead, I can’t get no peace.
[ After her husband dies in a stupid and completely preventable accident, a woman fulfills her oath and becomes the first living to ever haunt the dead. ]