He puffed a cigarette and exhaled a circle of smoke hoping to see her on the other side with a pinched nose and her hand waving to break this smoky cloud.
He wanted to hear her say one last time, “Sweeto, I am telling you I will really leave you if you don’t quit smoking.”
But it was too late, she had quit him before he could quit smoking. She had had to quit this world and vanish into the smoke that rose from the dead.
Destiny can be mean. Life may not give you a second chance. Be good and do good.
DO IT NOW.