"My life is a dream come true . It could happen to you! Oh what a wonderful life I have___," Lonney sang as he drove in to his drive. Six more days till he retired. Seven more days till he married his high schoool sweetheart, again. Just seven more days he mused.
Exiting the car he shut the door on his newest toy. A 65 Mustang convertible like he'd driven back then. All for the one love of his life. The girl he lost and won again- forty years later.
He grabbed the paper and opened the door as he remembered marrying her and then losing her two years later.
"I was a real twit!" he chuckeled, and then he stood still in the open doorway to the house where they were to live. No dog had run to greet him. No smells came from the kitchen. No one hummed off key. No one was there. Something was seriously wrong with this picture!
Lonney threw the paper at the hall table not noticing if it landed on the table or the floor as he hurried to the kitchen. No Elizabeth.
He hurried back and looked at the back yard through the windows in the den. No one.
He hurried through the house, calling for Elizabeth or Buster. The house was totally silent. His feet slowed as he headed toward their bedroom, where Elizabeth had been staying. His nights at the old apartment were about over with. Right now, his stomach tightened with fear, but there was no one there either.
He opened the door to the bathroom and