October 11, 2012 § Leave a comment
I dropped Vera’s death certificate on the floor and reached for a kleenex. I heard someone from the box calling my name.
“”It wasn’t Leroy she was seeing as she died, it was me.” Sebastian looked out at me from his holy card.
“But, but,” I stammered, still shocked to hear of Vera’s demise, “she just died! She never got to see Picardy!”
“Well, wait just a minute, Miss Marla. It’s not as bad as it seems. At least, it won’t be if you’re willing to help me.”