What needs to be said now?
What needs to be remembered?
Jeff was dead.
Although in her heart she was his ‘wife’, in reality they hadn’t even kissed.
That night, she had dialed Jeff’s number stood holding the phone, the busy signal echoing, then ran upstairs, flung herself on the bed, and cried as she never imagined she could.
Her mother came, tried to comfort, but no one, nothing could ever comfort Elizabeth.
Elizabeth cried herself to sleep.
Her mother was concerned. Had something transpired between her daughter and that now dead boy?