She’s in the office, Dennis said.

“Did she tell you-”

About May? Yes. Sorry, I never saw her. I was in the van with North and Carter. She must have been in the car with you. And then she didn’t come in here-

“She wasn’t stupid. What’s Alice doing?”

Talking to Merry.

“Who the hell is Merry?”

I don’t know. They’re in the office. I’m stuck to the couch, remember?

“Right.” Andie went to the door of North’s office, trying not to panic. She was really too damn tired to panic.

Alice was sitting in the chair across from North’s desk, talking to North’s desk chair. “I’m not going to remember all of that,” she said. “I’m eight.”

“Remember what?” Andie said, and Alice turned around and smiled, all her tension gone, and Andie thought, She’s all right, she smiled.

“Merry has a lot of stuff he wants me to tell Bad.”

“Merry who?” Andie said, keeping a wary eye on the empty desk chair. “Nobody named Merry…”

Something moved in the desk chair and she saw, in flickers, the patterned waistcoat, the cigar, and heard a fat under-the-breath laugh that she hadn’t heard in over ten years. “Uncle Merrill?”

Alice looked across the desk and then back at Andie. “He says you’re looking good, Andie.”

Andie looked at the desk chair, trying to organize the shifting shadows there. “You’ve been there for ten years?”

Alice listened and nodded. “He has a lot of stuff he wants to say.”

“Yeah, well, North has a few things he’d like to say to you, too. And also, I know about Southie. What the hell were you thinking?”

Alice listened and then said, “He says not to be such a prune. Why are you a prune?”

“Prude,” Andie said. “Merrill, you should meet Dennis, he’s out in Reception. I doubt if you’ll bond, he’s a good guy, but later on, I’ll kill a deck of cards and you can play gin. Don’t cheat. For now, Alice goes to bed.”

Alice got up. “It was very nice meeting you, Merry,” she said, and then walked over and took Andie’s hand. “I’m very sorry,” she said, looking up at Andie, but she seemed confident now that she was loved.

“You did the right thing,” Andie said, knowing she meant May. “And it’s okay now. From now on everything’s going to be…” She looked back at North’s desk chair that was swiveling gently, and then in the other direction, into Reception at Dennis’s couch. “… normal.”

“That’s good,” Alice said and went up the stairs with her, and when Andie tucked her into bed, she said, “I like this room. Can I draw on the walls?”

“You’ll have to negotiate that with Lydia.”

“Oh, hell,” Alice said and scooted under the covers with Rose Bunny.

Two minutes later, Andie crawled into North’s warm bed and sighed in relief.

North slid his arm under her shoulders and pulled her closer. “Everything okay?”

“Everything is perfect,” she said, cuddling against him. “Well, almost. Your uncle Merrill has been haunting your office for ten years.”

“Joke?”

“No, for real. I can’t see him, but Alice can. He has a lot to tell you, Alice says.”

“Yeah, well, I have a lot to tell that old bastard, too,” North said. “I suppose this means he’s been watching everything I’ve done since he died.”

“Including all the sex we had on that desk. Knowing Merrill, he’ll probably be critiquing your style and my thighs.”

“There is nothing wrong with my style,” North said, running his hand down her side. When he reached her hip, he said, “And there’s definitely nothing wrong with your thighs.”

She laughed and he kissed her, and she thought, Thank God I found my way back to him, and then he held her tighter, and she said, “North?”

“I didn’t have a damn clue how to save you,” he said. “If the kids hadn’t been here, she could have-”

“We’d have found a way,” Andie said. “She wasn’t just up against us, she was up against Fate. We’re supposed to be together. Will you marry me again?”

His hand tightened on her hip, and when she went up on one elbow to meet his eyes without blinking, saying, “I’m sure, I really am,” he said, “Yes.”

“Good,” Andie said, snuggling down into the covers he’d made warm for her. “We should have the wedding here. Small ceremony, just family. That way Merrill and Dennis can come, too.”

“Wonderful,” North said, and turned out the light.

“You going to sleep?” Andie said, putting her hand on his chest.

“You had a rough night,” he said and kissed her on the forehead.

“Not that rough,” Andie said, and pulled his mouth down to hers, kissing him hard.

“Now we’re back to normal,” North said, and Andie wrapped herself around him and thought, Now I’m home, and made love with her husband in the attic, while her family slept below.

It was close to midnight, the clock ticking loudly in the dark kitchen, the game of solitaire on the big table lit only by one steadily burning candle, when Mrs. Crumb lifted her head to listen.

“You’re back, are you?” She gathered up the cards and began to shuffle them.

How the hell did I get back here?

Mrs. Crumb stopped shuffling long enough to hold up the old church envelope that had been on the bulletin board by the phone. “I cut an extra lock of hair from your head that night you fell through the railing. You died bad. I thought I might need it if you walked.”

Jesus Christ-

“You know I don’t like that kind of language.”

Fuck you. You don’t even belong here. They threw you out.

Mrs. Crumb shrugged. “They’re never coming back. They’ll never see this place again. I got my social security to live on.”

So now I’m trapped with you? Goddammit!

Mrs. Crumb pushed the envelope toward the other side of the table. “You don’t like it, take me and make me burn it.”

The silence stretched out.

“That’s what I thought. From now on, you just remember, any time I want to, I can snuff you out like a candle.”

After a moment, the candle on the table flickered as if somebody had passed behind it.

Mrs. Crumb nodded. “That’s what I thought.” She leaned back and got the card rack from the drawer behind her and put it in front of the chair across from her.

“It’s my deal,” she said, and began to pass out the cards.

Jennifer Crusie