Bessie feels the cooler breeze coming in through the screen in her bedroom window. She lays on her back, staring at the ceiling, lost in longing for Ash and Jason. And yes, for her Aunt Fiona, who died suddenly from a brain aneurism while Bessie was still in the coma. Would anyone but Sophie and Dorothea the medium believe her if she told them Fizz was “alive and well” in Heaven? She doesn’t think so.
In dread, she turns her thoughts to the long empty day ahead of her. It’s one of the last before she has to go back to high school … with all the stares and questions and unspoken accusations. Bessie throws herself on her stomach, sobbing.
A knock on her door brings her head up. “Who is it?”
“Just me,” her sister Leila replies. “Can we come in? Me and Miss Marple?”
“Yeah, sure.” Bessie wi
