I prayed for our plan to succeed.
I prayed for a return to normalcy—an oxymoron in Hollywood terms.
I prayed for my joyful reunion with Alec and our living again under one roof as a couple.
I also prayed for my continued friendship with Jake, and for the wonderfully exciting fringe benefits we enjoyed.
I fell asleep somewhere between the Our Fathers and the Hail Marys.
* * * *
Next morning, I dressed quickly and ran to the corner. I put two quarters into the slot on the newsstand and pulled out the morning edition. Unaccustomed to reading the daily obituaries, I searched the table of contents, then turned to the listings in the Metro Section. I ran my finger down the entries listed alphabetically:
Alcaide, Adrian
Amato, Ann
Ames, Arthur
Anson, Bea
Barton, James
No Anders, HarryWhat the…?
Thinking the names were out of order, I scanned up and down the columns a second time.
Again nothing.