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away?”
    “Today, Sweetheart. But I promise I’ll see you again. We’ll be together again soon.”
    Tears started to drip down my face. My mind fogged with the anguish.
    “Please don’t cry, Debbie. Everything’s going to be all right.”
    He was placing a ring on my finger. I blinked to clear my eyes, and on my left hand was the most beautiful diamond ring I’d ever seen. My jaw dropped.
    “I want you to know, you will see me again. We’ll be together, I promise you.”
    I looked up at him, incredulous, and focused on his soft brown eyes.
    Then I understood — in the depths of my heart — where Grammy was smiling. I matter. I matter to him. It was right there in his eyes. And I knew where on earth I belonged.
    He kissed my open mouth, and I went back for more.
    “In the meanwhile, I hope you wear this ring and think of me.”
    I couldn’t speak. His kiss melted me from my lips to my toes.
     
    Glori
     
    Debbie seemed fine when we got back to the room. She was sound asleep, tucked ever so neatly under the covers. “Told you she’d be okay.”
    “Well, who knows if or when he’ll show up again,” Cindy said.
    “Who knows?” I took a seat. Just as we were getting comfortable, Marion Aldridge walked in.
    “Hello, dear,” Marion addressed Cindy, and then deigned to notice me with a grating “Hello.”
    We exchanged “we’ve got to get out of here” looks behind her back.
    “Well, it looks like she is doing much better. She has a little color in her cheeks.” Marion was whispering excitedly.
    I snorted. “Yeah, she’s got color in her cheeks…”
    “We’ve really got to get going Mrs. Aldridge.” It was Cindy’s turn to pull me out of the room.
    “Very well, dear, thank you for taking such good care of her.”
    “Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!” was Cindy’s mantra as we walked down the corridor.
    I taunted her, mimicking ol’ Marion. “Thank you dear, for taking such good care of her.”
     
    ***
     
    We had the TV on in the background, as we chatted about the events of the day. A photo of Senator Joe Everett caught our attention, and we listened to the news in shocked silence.
    I felt sick. “That’s so gross, Cin! Not that I really cared for the guy. But his daughter Tamara is pretty cool.”
    Cindy wiped her eyes. “It’s a horrible thing. I mean politically, I didn’t really care for him either. He was a little too slick for my taste. But he didn’t deserve to be murdered. Poor Tamara!”
    Cindy’s mom, Dottie, came through the door with some delicious looking pastries. “You girls didn’t eat much dinner, but I thought you’d be ready for dessert by now.” She saw our faces. “What’s wrong?”
    Cin waved away the tray. “Ugh! They just said on the news they found a piece of one of Joe Everett’s bodyguards washed up on Manhattan Beach. They definitely were all murdered, and thrown into the ocean.”
    Dottie turned her back on the TV. “Oh! That’s disgusting.”
    “What do ya think they’re gonna do for a funeral, Cin? You think they’ll just bury the Senator’s hand that washed up on the beach?” I had to ask.
    “Glori!” Cin and her mom gave me “the look.”
    The doorbell rang in the distance, and a moment later, Cindy’s dad, Bud Bainbridge, led George and Marion into the room. George’s face was on fire. His wife looked hysterical – she was wringing her hands.
    “Who is David Henning?” he roared.
    Now Cin was scared – she backed into a chair. “He, he’s Dr. Payne’s friend.”
    “Dr. Payne? Who is Dr. Payne? And who is this friend? Dr. Payne’s friend that came to my daughter’s room the past three days, without my knowledge or permission?  Dr. Payne’s friend that wants to take her out on a date, after he gets back from his business trip. Do we even know what business he is in?” George was turning redder as he screamed louder with each phrase.
    Pacing wildly, he suddenly stopped in front of Cindy. “Dr. Payne’s friend that gave my