Haunting? Would he do that?
“His imprint may still be hanging about to make sure you're okay. Sally, please don't be upset. I can't go in the kitchen because I'd rather not disturb his spirit. Can't we sit in your study? It's so cosy with the fire burning and the outside lights showing off the fresh snow. It's the perfect room to relax and get to know each other.”
“I'll meet you there.”
In the kitchen, I take a moment and wonder if Brendell is right. If so, should I say something? I laugh, stuff the napkins into my pocket, grip two wine glasses in my left hand, gather two plates of cinnamon buns in my right, and meet Brendell in the study. I had already positioned a small table between the two Tibeca chairs. I love my Tibeca chairs. I hope she likes them, too. She takes the glasses from
