Peggy shook Paul’s arm as the
credits rolled and the house lights came up, but Paul didn’t respond. She sat
back in frustration at him ignoring her again. She look up to his face, he was
sitting there stiffly, staring at the blank screen.
“Paul?” she
said softly. “I want to go home.”
“Come on
Paul, be reasonable.” She began again. Peggy leaned over to kiss his cheek and
froze as her lips touch his skin. She wanted to scream.
Paul Murray
was dead.
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