I would steal glances at her, but Erica never made it seem like anything had changed. She was pretty drunk and having a great time. I started to thi...k that her shocking invitation had been just the booze talking. A few people decided to crash at her place that night, too drunk to drive home, but I was in good enough shape to Jenny and I home. She hugged us both energetically at the door. I shook hands with her husband. Nothing was out of the ordinary, and we drove home. The next day,. Scott then stepped back holding his hands up in sheersurprise at seeing his two biggest and meanest looking friends taken downso quickly by someone like me.With the adrenaline and all the emotions running through me, I shook myfist and yelled at him, "Leave! Me! The! Fuck! ALONE!" I didn't evennotice or care that my voice, that I've practiced for several years nowto make it sound like it had actually changed, slipped and it came outhigh sounding more like a shrill scream than a yell.About at. There was a slow rhythmic swaying as the pallbearers carried her into the church. It was just as she had imagined it during Kathy's funeral so many months ago. She heard quiet sobbs from some as she was carried up the aisle to the bier. She was lifted slightly then set down. The light dimmed as the pall was spread over her casket. The sweet aroma of flowers quickly filled the casket. She lay quietly, dreamily, listening to the beautiful funeral music and the words of the funeral service. This. O.E?" (Google it)"Yes" he said with a smile, "I still have my flat in Baker St"Author's note, (During WW11, the Special Operations Executive took over almost the whole of Baker St in Central London)"You crafty old sod" I laughed, "How much does Laura know?" At the moment, nothing, but I suspect we'll soon be disbanding and then it will be up to you, you can tell her as much or as little as you like"Laura returned then with a huge steak and four eggs followed by Poppy who watched in awe as I.