It was Monday morning, and Dee and Sephi were driving to work at the hospice center. Sephi was quieter than she usually was during their drive. Dee squeezed her hand, hoping that her silence was due to the call they had received during the night informing them of Grandma Betty’s passing. Sephi returned the grip and gave him a half-hearted grin.
“What is wrong, my queen?” Dee asked softly. “If it is Betty, you know she is now happy and free from pain. You should be rejoicing in that.”
“No. It’s not that. I’m happy for Betty. I know she is sitting with her husband, Morty, while crocheting, and a kitten is chasing her yarn,” Sephi sighed.
“Then what, my love?” Dee asked as he pulled into their parking space at the hospice center. He leaned over and kissed her tenderly before saying, “I ca
