Ita had stored the books as safely as possible. She packed them away between the stone graves. The items had been carefully catalogued, wrapped in air tight bubbled plastic in a scientific style current Nordic Archiving standards.
As she stood admiring her work in the grisly catacombs shee heard movement in the distance. A long trail of torch light emerged. Betty and Patricia emerged from the glow; wellied up and earnest.
They brought news. Gilbert had fallen ill. His ex-wife Mary had brought him to the hospital and she no longer wished for Ita’s presence in his final hours.
Ita bowed her head. Betty decided to attempt a hug which was rebuffed with a grimace.
“Mary has always been a slave to jealous. That’s her fucking problem. We all have to learn to share”
Her bitters word’s echoed through the chambers.
A quick note: Ita is a very clever animal. Her favourite recent site was this!!! https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/6604346/posts/51865