Oh my. MEMORY LOSS. In a we-write (you posted the link, Sunflowers are for Sissies), I wrote the demise of ... after you wrote the demise of...
---- Now all I can think about is those gorgeous rugs - your photos - do people really step on such works of art! (Because I am trying NOT to think of the end of Edgar and Elsie.)

Edgar. Edgar! He was dead now, and it was not all right. It was no consolation that he lived on in the minds and hearts of these people making pilgrimages to his beautiful house on the sea cliffs of Northampton--their house, hers as well as his--bringing their sunflower tributes and tripping over the rugs.

But, but, you revived Edgar and Elsie after that we-write, and let them live on in other stories, right?

(How can my memory be so full of gaping holes!)

Fictional characters feel so real sometimes - especially these two. BRAVO! More more more!