The Origin of Johnny Toast (Part 4)Johnny Toast’s grandmother laughed. “You two have quite a bit to talk about, seeing as how you also share an interest in detective work…”Johnny Roast looked at her, confused, but she was already walking away.“How did she know…?”Johnny Toast just shook his head.Johnny Roast stood there a moment, before saying, “Well, seeing as how we’re both Johnny, perhaps we could call each other by our surnames. That work for you, Toast?”“Alright, Roast.”The two of them walked outside, where various family members were talking. A few of them looked up and tried to get their attention, but Roast seemed as bent at not interacting with the family as Toast was. The two walked over to a distant corner of the yard, and sat down on a rock. They sat there a while, not sure what to say.Roast broke the silence. “So, you’re interested in detective work?”Toast nodded, unsure what to say.Roast said, “Nice.
The Origin of Johnny Toast (Part 3)“Now Johnny, what must you remember during the gathering?”Johnny and his mother were about to walk up to his grandparent’s house, to go to a family reunion for his father’s side of the family, for the first time since he’d died. It had been two years since Johnny had last spoken to his father.“To not bring up paranormal beings, in any way, shape or form.” He said dully, reciting the rules his mother had been reminding him of since they’d found out about the gathering.His mother nodded. “Exactly. And…?”“To be polite.” He said, rolling his eyes only slightly.“Excellent. Remember, if you don’t know them…” She prompted.Johnny responded, “Call them sir or ma’am.”She smiled. “Precisely. It will give the right impression.”The two of them walked up to the door, and Johnny’s mother knocked, twice.An older gentleman answered, and smiled broadly when h
The Origin of Johnny Toast (Part 2)Johnny stared at the grave for a moment, then knelt down in front of it. He took the daisy out of his bag, and placed it reverently on the grave.He stayed still for several minutes, until he finally said, “Father, are you there?”A short pause. “Listen, I really do need to speak with you. Mother’s been… controlling of late, and…”He petered off, unable to continue. He looked up and saw a young couple across the cemetery, looking concerned, and mildly scared.Johnny waited for them to leave to continue.“Anyways, if you’re here, I need to talk now. Come on, I know you’re there…”After a moment, a male voice, with a British accent matching his son’s, replied.“Yes, what is it Johnny?”Johnny jumped slightly, as he was only half expecting a response, and smiled slightly.“I’m sorry to disturb you, but I need advice.” He said, pleadingly.Patrick Toast chuckled. “I was never g