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Simon couldnāt count how many times heād sat at his dining table alone at night trying to call his sister. It had been a daily thing, when sheād first died. Even though that had been three years ago now, it didnāt prevent him from trying on occasion, even though sheād never once shown up. His sister had been the main person that Simon had tried to call over the years, though that wasnāt to say there hadnāt been a handful of others. Just to see if he could.
It had been the first thing that Simon had thought of after Della had come to him with the death of her father, something he more than understood. He ultimately decided to wait before bringing it up. Sure, Della was fine enough, but was this something he reallyĀ wanted to do? He wasnāt even sure how it had eventually come up in conversation, but now he was at Dellaās house late at night, standing right inside her front door.
āIām not guaranteeing that heāll make any appearance,ā Simon reminded her.Ā āCalling or...summoning or whatever you want to call this isnāt exactly a science. Sometimes they show up. Sometimes they donāt. Your guess is probably better than mine,ā He admitted.Ā āAre we alone? Because Iām not all that interested in anyone barging in on this. Could you lock the doors?ā
