Her voice broke when she said the names of Oscar's widows."Who are they?" Linda asked noticing the sad expression that came over Lucy's face."They are...Oscar's widows. William and Oscar were friends; he promised Oscar that we would take care of them," Lucy answered wondering if William was going to find someone to make that kind of promise to him.Feeling like a heel, Linda said, "Oh. I didn't know." That's okay. There's no reason that you should have known," Lucy answered. Almost none of the. While that ran, I couldn't watch TV or listen to music. I had to just stare into the nothingness of death. Yes it was exactly like the moment before death. I should know. I was the only entity, who had died and lived to tell about it.After the computer finished I went to standby and turned the music on again. That's how I spent the rest of the evening. The next morning I made strong coffee before I did anything else.Even though it was Saturday I rode the bike to Helen's Sit Down. When I walked. It had become normal for Rachel’s dad to get drunk Friday night and come home with some woman and fuck her brains out. Rachel did her best to ignore the noise and pretend it never happened. But quickly the quality of women he brought home declined. Very few were willing to go on a second date with him. Eventually there came a night when he arrived home alone. Disturbed by the lack of usual noise, Rachel came out of her room to see what was going on. She was never sure what she said or did to. ‘Hi, Willow!’ He chirped. ‘What are you doing?’I put a hand to my heart, taking a deep breath. ‘Good grief! Do you want to give me a heart attack?! You scared me! I’m just doing a little photocopying. Our review notes for math later this afternoon,’ I added. ‘What are YOU doing?’‘Um,’ he said, ‘well, technically, I’m skipping.’‘It’s lunch time,’ I informed him dryly. ‘You can go wherever you want at lunch.’‘Yes, but next block I’m skipping,’ he said.‘Oh. Why?’‘Well, I thought we could do it.