“Yes, I have.” Thomason nodded several times. “He’s not talking, not at all. But they don’t think his life is in danger. They think he’ll recover. Most of his silence is psychological, not physical. That is, his tongue and voice box are in working order. Lungs, too. Well. Miss Connelly, the body is at Sweet Rest Funeral Home on Main. I’ll call them after I leave here, and they’ll be expecting you.”

I inclined my head. I wasn’t looking forward to this, but I did want to know what had taken Xylda into the other world. I owed her that much. And Manfred, too.

“How long do you think Manfred will need to stay in the hospital?” Rain asked.

Dr. Thomason, who’d been on the point of leaving the room, turned to give Manfred an assessing look. “If all his vitals stay good, and he doesn’t run any fever or have any other symptoms that scare me, tomorrow should be good,” he said. “How about you, young lady? Your pain better?” he asked me suddenly.

“I’m doing much better, thank you,” I said. Barney Simpson had been trying to find a break in the conversation to take his leave, and he said “See you later” to everyone in the room and strode out the door.

Maybe it was the pain, maybe it was the shock to his nerves the past week had been, but out of the blue Manfred said, “Well, when’s the wedding?”

There was instant silence in the room. Dr. Thomason completed his own departure in a hurry, and left Rain looking from the bed to Tolliver and me, almost as astonished as we were.

I’d known Manfred wouldn’t be happy, but I hadn’t thought he’d be angry. I told myself to bear in mind his many shocks of the past few days. Tolliver said, “We haven’t set a date yet,” which was yet another surprise I hadn’t wanted.

Now I was mad at everyone. Rain was gaping, Manfred was looking sullen, and Tolliver was really furious.

“I’m sorry,” Rain said in a brittle voice. “I thought you two were brother and sister. I misunderstood, I guess.”

I took a deep breath. “We’re no relation, but we spent our teen years in the same house,” I said, trying to keep my voice gentle and level. “Now, I think, Manfred must be tired. We’ll just go over to the funeral home. Sweet Rest, I think the doctor said?”

“Yes,” Rain said, “I think that was it.” She looked confused, and who could blame her?

As we strode out of the hospital, Tolliver said, “Don’t let him spook you, Harper.”

“You think Manfred saying the word ‘wedding’ is going to spook me?” I laughed, but it didn’t sound amused. “I know we’re okay. We don’t need to take any big jumps. We know that. Right?”