It was that very night that Cookie called. How very, very strange, he thought. As he told her what had happened she had not asked about Lucy, but about him. He would survive, he said. Others would not. I am coming over to see you she said. No, don’t. That is not a good idea and the minute he heard his own voice say the words he felt that strange fear in his stomach.
“Cookie,” he started to say.
“Have a party, I’m invited.”
“No,” he started to say,
“See you in a few days, said Cookie, before she hung up.
Ax stood for 5 minutes listening to the dial-tone and the wind.
His death was coming.