I don’t really feel any different, Erika admitted at length. Is it supposed to happen right away when a Teuton Lady dies? Or does it take some time?
I felt my forehead wrinkle as I thought about that. I don’t really know. But I don’t feel any different either.
Then maybe Rudi will inherit a good wife, Erika replied, and I snickered, telling her that I needed to get going since my cousin was still at my house. We said our goodbyes, and then I turned off my computer again. It was nine forty-five now. Time to get changed and check the bags one final time.
I put on my reddish-purple dress in the bathroom, studying myself in the mirror. I laid my glasses beside the faucet and put in a pair of contacts, taking my now-dry hair down and shaking it out around my shoulders. I tucked Hans’ locket
