The pea was as big as a house. It had rolled down the hill and came to a stop at William’s front door. “Where do you suppose it came from?” said his friend Henry.
She stood at the open coffin and stared. After a few moments she asked the mortician if she could have some time alone with the deceased. “By all means,” he said.
He tried to stay focused. He had the girl in the red polka-dot dress in his sights. She was on the other side of the street, dancing alone to an unknown tune.