I pulled into her driveway and stopped the car. Should I keep the engine running?

I looked across at her, our eyes met, she was smiling. Her parents were away she said, she was all alone, it was late, I should rest a while, would I like to come inside and meet her dogs?

I nervously fumbled with my seatbelt and followed her to the door. Would I know what to do when the time came?

The butterflies in my stomach grew restless, I suddenly needed the bathroom, she would meet me in the lounge she said.

As I entered the lounge she was leaning on the fireplace. How does this work, should I sit on the sofa where she can sit next to me?

For the first time I thought of the dogs, the familiar smell was not there and I’d heard no scratching, ‘where are the dogs’ I asked. As I spoke the words I saw that she was clutching something wooden to her chest.

I stepped towards her and noticed another two identical objects atop the mantlepiece.

She opened the urn, “This is Mitsy” she said.