Just at that moment, the door opened. "Lilith?" came the familiar voice. "Are you here?"
"Yes," Lilith called. At that moment, Dirk came in.
"Lilith," he said, hitting one knee, "I know Angela would want life to go on, and for you to be happy. All I know to do is ask for your hand in marriage, and hope that will at least numb the pain."
"Dirk," Lilith said, tears filling her eyes, "I know that couldn't have been the most romantic proposal I've ever heard, but that's okay. Nevertheless," she said, taking him in her arms, "I would be honored to marry you."
"Even so," she laughed, "you were a little late."
"What makes you say that?" Dirk smiled.
Having pocketed Angela's note before she left, she took it out and showed him the lines that mentioned him. "I found this on Angela's desk when we came home from the funeral."
"Oh!" Dirk just laughed. "So I was. But she wasn't too far off the mark."
