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That he did.
Only, they wouldn’t find anything bad about Arthur Doyle to talk shit about.
“We’ll have to get you ready for it,” Poe admitted. “You can’t wear street clothes. We can stop at the tailor…”
He grinned.
And stopped him.
“Oh, Doctor, don’t you worry about me. You just handle yourself. I’ll not disappoint. I already have something spectacular planned. Marines are always prepared.”
“So you’re coming naked? Yay. We won’t be making it to the party if that’s the case.”
Gamble didn’t expect that, and he laughed.
“I mean, if the emperor wants me to show up in my new clothing,” he teased.
“Ah, another literary joke. You’ve lived up to your name, Arthur. Your point.”
He winked at him.
As they sat there, it was peaceful in the cemetery, and it was also cathartic.
They remained there a few more minutes, and when Diablo got up, they took that as their sign that he was done mourning Hemmingway.
“Ready, trouble?” Poe asked the horse.
Of course, he didn’t answer. Only, when he followed Gamble and Poe out of the cemetery, they closed the gates, and stood there.
“I have to have the graves opened. I’m going to have my parents laid beside Hemmingway.”
Gamble understood.
“When we die, we can be put beside them too, if non-nobility is allowed,” he stated, not sure of the protocol.
Poe was honest.
“If we marry, you’ll be a Duke too. You’ll be nobility by marriage, so you can be buried beside me here in the family cemetery.”
He grinned.
“Good. I can chase you around the cemetery in the afterlife like I plan on chasing you around while we’re living too.”
Poe had bad news for him.
“I don’t believe in ghosts.”
Gamble gasped.
“Poe, not in front of the dead people,” he said, busting his ass. “We were inNew Orleans. That’s the most haunted place I’ve ever lived. You’ve never seen anything spooky go down?”
Poe shrugged.
“No, and again, I don’t believe in ghosts.”
Well, Gamble wasn’t going to try and convince the man otherwise. If he didn’t, he didn’t. That wasn’t his job to make him believe. Only, he’d seen some shit in NOLA that he couldn’t explain.
Or in the jungles of very old countries.
