Once Mrs. Wilf was dead, she was no longer in her body. Her body was just a thing, like the discarded carapace of an insect. But she wasn’t gone. She had escaped. Within the walls of the playhouse, there was a field of energy he could almost reach out and touch. No, more than that. It was as if the two of them—he and Mrs. Wilf—were enveloped by that field of energy. It wasn’t exactly like time stopped; more that time had seemed to expand so that they were a part of everything that had ever happened or ever would happen. She would never really be gone.
