In 1924 on February 3rd he died. Then I remembered something Ki had told me on the day I met her. But I don't care; I won't be used as a tool to use dad's money. I switched the telephone to the other ear and leaned back inmy chair.
The resemblance was too strong to be missed ormistaken. That senseof mystery was very much with me. But I'll have the dream tonight, I thought as I turned offthe light. There was the smel of bay rum and cigarsmoke and he was sitting on the back of an upholstered sofa b