Her curvy frame was clothed in a dark blue pin-striped business suit, the skirt tailored to knee length displaying well shaped legs and modest heels b...neath. Soft red wavy hair framed her face which gave no hint to her true age. If anything, she would have passed for somebody ten years her junior. I got down from my stool and greeted her – an awkward moment as I felt that I knew her so well that I should kiss her, but my restraint saw me simply proffer a hand which she took into hers.The. First it was Daisy who passed away. I was heartbroken, but Annie didn't view it the way I did. In fact, it was her she who told me Daisy was dead. Apparently her 'essence' dropped by to let us know before she dispersed into whatever form or non-form dead people's 'essences' disperse into. She told Annie she was 'Goin' home t' Jesus'. I couldn't buy it, but Daisy did and that's all that matters, I guess.Jennie's death came hot on the heels of Daisy's, and it was far more dramatic.Somehow she. As evening progressed, the old man joined the lady and they went to her apartment, where they got it on. (“The Horizontal Disco”)Four days later, the old man noticed that he was developing a drip, and he headed for the rest home doctor. After careful examination the doctor asked the old man if he had engaged in sex recently.The old man said, “Sure!”The doctor asked if he could remember who the woman was and where she lived.“Sure, why?”“Well you’d better get over there, you’re about to. It was a tasty vintage. As they enjoyed the meal and cleaned their plates they didn’t need to speak, their looks at one another were enough to let the other know exactly what was on the others mind. When they finished the meal and did up the dishes they took their wine to sit in front of the fire. There was soft slow music playing on the stereo and candles had been lit. As they sat in front of the fire looking into the glowing embers he took her hand and kissed the her fingertips. This sent.