I WAKE UP SOMETIME later to see Helen standing at the foot of my bed, talking to another priest.
I don’t believe it. I’ve died and they're going to let her marry someone else.
The priest is patting Helen on the back affectionately.
Just like the Archbishop. I bet he had someone in the wings this whole time, just in case my bad habit of getting involved in murder investigations finally caught up with me. And now I’m in Purgatory and I’m going to have to watch them enjoy their lives together.
But wait. He’s even older than I am. I bet he doesn’t even love her, not like I do for sure.
Now he’s got his arm around her shoulder and is pointing at me, smiling. He’s probably thinking something like, “I sure am glad he’s dead. Now I can get married and have this woman all to myself.”
She turn
