4
EBONY
Ebony unlocked the door when Café Man knocked. ‘Did you get it? Did you?’
He handed her the notebook. ‘Did you pack? Did you?’
Ebony pulled the notebook into her, then held it at arm’s length, taking in the comfort it gave her.
‘I repeat. Did you pack? A few things. Not much.’
‘Not yet,’ Ebony confessed. I was too anxious to concentrate. I forgot what you said to do.’
Café Man sighed a sigh of exasperation. ‘Put the book down and get a small bag. I’ll tell you what NOT to put in it.’
He followed Ebony into the bedroom. ‘No toiletries. You died. You can’t take toiletries to the afterlife. Undies, pyjamas, a tracksuit, socks. Things that won’t be missed. We will buy anything else you need.’
‘How will I be able to buy anything? I won’t have access to my bank account.’
‘Don’t
