After I finished coughing up flies. I sneezed out some more flies.

I told Dan what happened and told him I needed to find other people who knew Carla.

“Wasn’t she stalking you, though?” Dan asked.

“Yeah, I guess, maybe, but why?” I answered. “Also, she’s dead. We both went to her funeral. Why is the creepy dirt guy still around?”

Neither one of us spoke.

Neither one of us knew.

We both spent the next few days looking through her Facebook page and messaging people who were either one of her friends or had recently liked something she posted.

We waited for someone to message back or call. We left a masked phone number that would call my phone. I hadn’t wanted to give out my real number.

Thanks google.

At the end of two weeks, someone messaged us, a name I didn’t recognize, who sent one simple message.

Stop asking questions.

Because I wasn’t going to stop, I replied with, ‘Asking questions about what?’

Neither Dan nor I remembered this person. He wasn’t someone we thought we had sent a message to, but we didn’t keep a list or anything, so I needed to find out if they had the right person.

After several days with no response, I looked up this person.

He was Carla’s husband.