Chapter the Last
Dana stared across the small, square, Formica-topped table.
Tee sat across from her, both palms flat on the table. Her expression was a little wild, as if she’d just crashed her car and entered the afterlife.
A knee bumped hers under the table. Sam was to her right, twitching slightly as he shrugged off the aftereffects of their passage. His smile was weak, but he took her hand and squeezed it tightly.
Jeremy sat to Dana’s left, the table a perfect size for four people.
Salt, pepper, and the old-style sugar shaker with the rippled glass sides and steel cone-shaped top. A little stainless-steel curlicue thing with a few dozen white paper napkins completed the table décor.
They all waited. Eyes coming into focus and then glancing at one another. Theresa’s shoulders wer
