It only made sense that after another night of fun and games with a demonic spirit, that Alessandro was ready to move out of the house he rented in the Garden District and into Steven's house. He was literally packed by the time he returned the man's phone call.
"Hallo Steven. I am a' coming over to see the room if you're available?" Surprisingly, no static this time, but the phone call went straight to voice mail. The ballet dancer hung up and got his bicycle hooked up to the back of his black Fiat 500C, and he took off for Steven's humble abode.
The keys were left with the realtor, and a note attached. "Call an exorcist."
Steven had just finished some medititation. One of the biggest things he took away from his monastic training in Cambodia. He went inside from hsi little balcony, which he had transformed into a small sanctuary of peace, and pulled off his orange robes. He stuffed his legs into some nice loose jeans, and pulled a shirt over his head. It was a vintage shirt from one of his favorite movies: Ghostbusters 2.
He switched his cell phone on, and got that annoying little beep telling him he had a voicemail. Listening to it, he was kind of startled. The man shouldn't bee too far away, so he rushed around, picking up small vestiges of his bachelor lifestyle in preparation.
