"It's too cold in here." Curtis tried to suppress his pain. He said with difficulty, "Gwen said that she didn't like the winter because she couldn't stand the cold …"

Before he could finish, tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Curtis covered his face, crying like a helpless child. "I haven't told you … that I like you … Gwen, come to my dreams. Give me a chance to say it to you in person …"

He sobbed quietly. His pleas echoed in the mortuary.

Yvonne's eyes grew sore, and tears blurred h