Harpo slumped peacefully in his seat. In what was obviously his dream, his soul left his body and flew up on angel wings to heaven, where a pair of beautiful angels handed him a harp of his own. He then proceeded to play one of his trademarked harp solos.
As he finished, the film clip ended and the house lights slowly came up. Herodotus heard a person clapping behind him, and he turned in his seat to see Polly leaning against the back wall. “How’dja like it?” she asked with a big grin.
“It was fun,” he had to admit.
“If you think that’s fun, remind me to show you Abbott and Costello Meet The Pope. Now we have to go—”
“Polly,” Herodotus interrupted, surprising even himself, “are you some kind of supernatural being?”
Most people would have thought that was either an outrageous question
