“It’d be so nice to hear little footsteps, tramping along the boards of this drafty, old house. I’ve asked outright, but Barbara is too busy with her career,” said Esther.
“You don’t have to worry about Barbara anymore,” said Death.
“I’ve set two places at breakfast. I don’t know why I did that. Charlie’s been dead ten years now.”
Death reached out a black gloved hand and helped her up from the dining room chair. “It’s time to go. There is nothing more for you to do.”
“Easy for you to say,” said Esther. “I’ve got to wash these dishes.”