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off the table. “Material things were more important to my husband. The act, the fans, the money and what he could buy with it.”
    Will scraped his jaw with the back of his hand. “Oh, I see how it is. You’re in one of these moods again. You know he wanted the nice things for you.”
    The ring and tangled chain slipped from her hand and clattered against the table. “I’d rather have him.”
    “I know that. That’s why these are so important to you. It keeps him close. He’d like that.” Will picked up and examined the broken end of the chain. “How did this happen?”
    “It got caught on a rose bush while I was weeding. I need to stop by the jewelers.”
    “If you’d like, I can take it home tonight and try to fix it.”
    His kind offer touched her heart. “Thank you, I’d like that. And so would Harry.”
    “So what brings you into town today? Just the usual errands?” Will asked as he pulled himself from the booth and retreated behind the counter.   
    “I need to stop at the grocery store and the drug store. And I need to find someone who can fix that blasted furnace.”
    Will stabbed a few buttons on the cash register until the drawer slid out. He dropped the ring and necklace into one of the compartments and then pushed it shut. “What you need to do, is have that thing replaced. It’s been nothing but one headache after the other for you.”
    “I don’t know anything about buying a new furnace, or who I would have to install it. Goodness knows I haven’t chosen repairmen well.”
    “Or maybe you can’t bear to let go of anything that belonged to Harry, no matter how much danger it’s putting you in.”
    Bess clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, trying to hide the fact that Will had zeroed in on the truth. “Bothersome, maybe, but I don’t believe that furnace has me in harm’s way.”
    The bell sounded above the door. A young couple entered and approached the counter. Before tending to the customers, Will gave Bess all his focus. “I’m not so sure about that. Let me ask around for you and see what I can find out.”

Chapter Four
     
    As Erich opened the door to the deli, the scent of fresh brewed coffee and hot cinnamon permeated the air, reminding him of home. Whether he and Bess were here in California, back in Brooklyn, or in any city that they performed in around the world, simple rituals like quiet time to drink coffee and read the paper had been the foundation of their married life. More than a building or a city, any moment Harry shared with Bess was home.
    With a sideways glance, he saw her sitting alone in the corner booth, a large white mug and small plate with a half-eaten roll pushed aside and forgotten. Her eyes were locked on the pages of the book cradled in her hands. How could Bess not even notice him when she was his whole world? He fought the desire to go to her and make some excuse for acting so weird before. Instead, he approached the counter, holding the help wanted sign he’d pulled from the window. He resisted the urge to call the owner by name. “Excuse me, sir. I see you’re looking for kitchen help.”
    “I am.” Will wiped his hands on the bottom of the apron before offering to shake Erich’s. “I need someone who can bus tables, do dishes and make deliveries. It’s hard, physical labor. You think you’re up to it?”
    Without Harry’s thoughts and memories, Erich might have been insulted, but with them he knew Will shot from the hip and laid everything out in the open. Harry never shied from hard work and kept his body in peak physical form. It was a necessity of his job. But what of this body? Would it respond and react in the same way just because Harry’s thoughts and knowledge filled Erich’s head?
    From the fit of his clothes and bulk of his arms, Erich guessed he’d have the same strength as before. Along with Harry’s worldly knowledge, he’d conquer anything put in front of him. The throbbing incision in his right side