“Dolly from Vanderbay Industries. How may we be of service today!” “Good afternoon Dolly! I am inquiring on pricing for your latest product as my company is interested in expan-“ I stopped listening. The voice on the phone turned into ringing in my ears as my eyes glazed over. Returning me to that day we lost you. I still remember the sounds of the rain hitting the shed tin roof as they dragged your body out on the stretcher. I still remember how they peeled back the thin plastic tarp to have me identify your face. “Yes” was all I could mutter out before my chest locked in my breath and tears of realization fell from my eyes. I had lost you. You were dead. “Excuse me miss, are you able to give me a quote for 10 skids of tin roofing?” I feel the shake in my hands still and my voice return. “Y-yes! I’ll just need a name sir” I sit so still, gripping the phone. I hope you say his name. “Dave Samnder” A tear falls from my eye as I relay the name into the computer. Typing in the order and waiting for the quote to load up. “You’re still dead” I wanted to scream “Three thousand five hundred dollars” is what I said.