‘…hora mortis nostrae. Amen.’ chirped the little one, ‘But Lilac, my Ave means naught, it only makes me to sleep better.’ ‘You understand ...ot, Nan, yet more on this later. For now, think you that you might keep a great secret, and never whisper it outside yourself?’ she asked gravely. ‘Aye.’ breathed Nan. ‘You must pledge me your word, by which all good folk are known to keep to truth. When you once give your word to do a thing, you must obey yourself to keep your honor that others might trust. I would have to wait and play it by ear.Friday came, and I was ready. I had played this moment over and over in my head to make sure I would get it right. Before I could do anything, I found a small folded piece of paper on my desk. It was carefully printed with draftsman style lettering. "I'll pick you up at your place at 7PM. Wear jeans and comfortable shoes. I know the address. Greg." This was supposed to be my play, and the SOB took the lead away from me again. The end result was what I. You can keep it if you like. I've got several copies. As you can see in the newspaper article, you were cremated and only close family members were there, meaning just me. Your law partner insisted on having a little memorial service for you but not too many people showed up." "Peggy, you must be crazy. This is against the law." I still felt like this was a dream and I would wake-up soon. "Your law partner paid me well for your share of the business. I'll be able to buy you lots of pretty. Tricia saw two blond women in the coffee shop, and focused her attention on them. One had a white shirt, and the other wore blue. "White shirt," he clarified. "Nice legs."She focused on the blond in the white shirt across the street. "She's taking pictures?"Gus nodded. "Of you. I can see her focusing on you. Got her camera hidden under a newspaper." God damn paparazzi!" Tricia cursed. "I thought they lost interest in us." She narrowed her eyes in anger. "She's just waiting for me to do.