Face averted, she flicked her fingers at me. “Zzzzzz! I’m waiting for Sheila!”
I sat down beside her bed and sighed. I missed her so much! I had everything to tell her.
“I am Sheila,” I informed her. Again.
She frowned and squinted out the window, my red Beetle a splash of color amid the green. She turned back, frown lines creasing.
“Sheila?” Her voice doubting and hesitant.
“I’m here.” Mine whispered inside my heart.
“Hey, Sugar Pie.” She held her arms out for a hug.
After she released me, I looked in her eyes.
But she was gone.