Larissa Weems had been your wife for almost ten years now, and she, in her own way, loved you quite dearly. As did you love her.

When she passed, you’d been fired by the new principle and left to the streets. He’d even gotten rid of the painting of her that you’d practically begged for, which annoyed you. Then, one day, Wednesday comes to see you. She tells you that she cooked up some intention and brought back Larissa because she was ‘too bossy’ for the young lady.

After that she vanished, and the next day, you’re woken to a knock at the door. When you open it, still in your pj’s, there she is. You’re 6’4 queen of a wife. Larissa Weems. Back again.