The Day Henry Died: A supernatural romance by Lynda Renham

Author:Lynda Renham [Renham, Lynda]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Raucous Publishing
Published: 2020-05-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

Rita washed away her tears and pulled back the patchwork bedspread. Then, realising it was far too early for bed, flattened it back into place. She’d make a hot chocolate, she decided, and read more of her romance novel. By the time she’d drunk the hot chocolate and washed up her mug it would almost certainly be time for bed. She thought of Henry and wondered what he was doing. Were he and Imogen now in bed? Satiated from their dinner of sausages and talking about the strange happenings of the past twenty-four hours? Or, had Imogen not been able to see him? Could Henry really be dead? Perhaps this is exactly what happens when you die. At least, until someone comes to take you to wherever you have to go. Rita hoped she would go to a good place. She tried very hard to do everything that would make sure she did. Each night she asked God’s forgiveness for any wrongs she may have done. The devil was artful. Rita knew that. Sometimes she would forget to pray and then she’d spend longer the next night to make up for it. She took the milk from the fridge with shaking hands. She’d been very careful not to do anything with Billy that would be considered a sin. She’d never stolen or lied. Not lies that really mattered. Surely she would go to a good place. Perhaps she shouldn’t see Henry any more. People might start to think she was mad. She didn’t want to lose her job at the supermarket. She knew it wasn’t the best job in the world, but she rather liked it. If she kept talking to invisible people then they would most certainly have to let her go. The milk bubbled to the top of the pan and Rita rescued it just in time. Poor Henry, she thought. What an awful situation to be in. The room had now turned chilly and she shivered. She considered turning the heater on again. She didn’t like to keep it on for too long. It cost far too much money. But she hadn’t wanted to turn it off when Henry had been there. He seemed to feel the cold quite keenly, but I suppose he would, thought Rita, if he was dead.

The Mills and Boon novel lay on the bedside cabinet. She picked it up and began to read. The story about an everyday shop assistant who finds herself whisked off to a palace in the desert by a rich Arab sheik was really quite fantastic, rather like her and Henry’s story. No one would believe it if you told them. She thought back to Henry’s kiss and a little tremor of desire ran through. She wondered what he was doing right at that very moment. Most likely he had been right, and the business had now been sorted. He’s probably sleeping off all that food. I hope his dyspepsia isn’t too bad, she thought kindly. She imagined that after the sausages he and Imogen had talked and sorted everything out.

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