Timothea closed her eyes and remained silent for a long moment.
“Okay, throw it away. Elmer, from now on, I will marry you honestly and never mention Bond again.”
Elmer smiled, took her hand and gently placed it against his face, like a dependent kitten.
“I knew you would get over this. We will have our own lives, our own marriages and... our own children.”
Elmer had changed into his newly bought sexy pajamas tonight and even sprayed himself with perfume.
Before he could throw himself into her arms, Timothea’s phone rang.
The assistant called, his voice excited. “Ms. Johnston, we’ve found news about Bond!”
Timothea’s face suddenly changed, her grip on the phone tightened and she abruptly stood up. “What did you say?”
Even I, floating nearby, was shocked.
I’d been dead for five years. How could they possibly find any news about me?
Could they have discovered... where I was buried?
Before I could react, a gust of wind blew by and Timothea, clutching her coat, flung open the door and rushed out, leaving behind Elmer’s anxious cries.
But no one paid any attention. I followed suit.
Timothea quickly found the assistant.