It was all more than she could stand at that moment. The last thing she needed was to be remembering these things, feeling this pain again. Getting the flowers that Born had sent to her, reading his note … it was enough to send her back along all the corridors of her recollection to places she hadn’t visited in years. Jada was overwhelmed with so many emotions. Instinctively, she picked up the phone and called Sunny. Sunny had been her friend for so long. She knew Jada better than anybody. As dependable as ever, Sunny answered on the third ring. “City morgue. You kill ‘em, we chill ‘em,” Sunny answered, jokingly. “That’s not very funny, since I’m in the process of burying my mother, Sunny.” Jada’s voice was trembling as she shook her head at her friend’s twisted sense of humor. “Sorry. I didn’t even think about that. I was only joking, girl. How you holding up?” Sunny asked. “Not too good.” “What’s the matter?” Jada sighed, rubbing her head to try and stop the headache creeping up on her.
