"Sorry, but I need to hang up the phone. I'm waiting for a call back from the funeral home," Sally said.
"Why?" I asked. "Who's dying?"
"I am."
"That's not funny."
"I'm not joking. The doctor said there's nothing more they can do."
"There must be a mistake." I felt a lump form in my throat.
"No mistake. I have a bad heart."
"I... I can't believe it." I wept.
After Sally died, I sat alone in my living room. Then, because I felt a sudden chill, I grabbed a throw off the couch and wrapped it around my shoulders.
The floor lamp dimmed. The next thing I knew, I heard Sally. "It's not so bad here. There is no fire, a little windy-- butterflies, beautiful colors, especially the blues. But, laughter, oh my goodness, you wouldn't believe, there's a lot of it here. I'm so happy!"
Was it all in my imagination?