I wouldn't mind being lost in that fantasy forever.But the arrival of spring wasn't all daffodils and sunshine. First it was Daisy who passed away. I ...as 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. Is everything alright?’ Suzy breathed a sigh of relief when she heard her best friend’s voice on the other end of the line. ‘Everything’s good Lisa. What’s up?’ ************************************************ Suzy blew her bangs out of her eyes. Her eyes were blurry from reading the spreadsheet on the computer screen. She’d been close to figuring out why the numbers weren’t balancing when her phone rang. ‘This is Suzy.’ ‘Suzy, it’s Donna. There’s a Mr. Smith here to see you. He says he. She was a petite girl, maybe not far offAnna's height, and also a redhead, with darker, wavier hair. While notquite a knockout like Anna, she was hellishly cute, with wide-spaced,startling eyes and a generous mouth. Before I quit the job I managed tolift one of Suze's used surgical masks just after she'd dropped it in thetrash. I thought this might be just what I needed to 'borrow' her face.I stripped again and pulled out the Medallion and the surgical mask. Ithought that if I touched the mask. The dress of the day is unceremonial techie wear—old jeans, a black t-shirt, and an untucked green cotton shirt. Replacing old hardware usually involves crawling around underneath desks and wrestling with hardware caked in a decade's worth of dust.My toolkit has made the trip without getting confiscated by the TSA, although I can tell that the case has been opened by the yellow "You've Been Frisked" tag that's wedged between my screwdrivers and the soldering iron. I gather my toolkit, the cable.