Frank ate the donut, hugged my ashes and lay down on the bed.
I smelled gas.
I looked around and saw that Frank had nailed everything that could be ventilated shut.
Frank was preparing for death. He was running the company, donating buildings and supporting poor students. He wanted to do these things for me in his last hours.
"I don't need it!" I cried out, "Frank, I don't need your mercy or for you to die to thank you for your sins."
Frank opened his eyes. He saw nothing but he laughed.
Murmuring, "I missed you. I'll be right with you."
I floated above him, my eyes filled with hatred.
Frank reached out to grab me, but it didn't work.
"Sandra, is that you?"
"Honey, have you finally come to see me in your dream?"
He sits up and tries to wrap his arms around me, but he can't.
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